#its such a face crack moment to me i really enjoy thinking about it oh andrew.... | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

tiredmamaissy · 6 months ago

Text

Ralak te Sepawn ieyk’itan: Special Episode VI

Labor of Love - Part II

Masterlist ; Rut/Heat/Knotting Info

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Hyperlinks are attached to specific paragraphs that when clicked on will lead you to its illustration by Ralak's insanely talented creator @zestys-stuff. Thank you so much for allowing me to play around with your characters!

Characters: Metkayina!Ralak (25) x Sully!Omaticaya!Reader (20) featuring Metkayina!Zu’té (29)

Warnings: zero smut, angst angst angst, mention of past trauma, expletives, pregnancy, contractions, heavily described labour, blood, mild physical violence, reader is really going through it, ralak is too but he'll be alright i promise, brother!neteyam makes a star appearance, cute family fluff, let me know if i forgot anything

Word Count: 6.5k

Requested: Yes || No

Author’s Note: Hope you're enjoying your tour in angst town...we're almost finished. You could say we're nearing the final attraction, so continue to keep your seatbelts buckled. lol why am i like this? anyways... please don't hate me for this chapter, and i will try my best to get the next one out quicker so you guys can get some closure lool :)

Synopsis: You didn't plan for things to turn out this way. But no amount of denial can make reality go away...

<- Previous -> Next

And when Ralak sees it, he almost caves in on himself. His mask of indifference—of intimidation, cracks. Hell, it shatters. Into thousands of pieces, scattered at his feet. Tonowari’s previous right hand. The banished. His karyu.

Time chips by at a torturous pace. You spend the first hour sitting on the beach, eating some fruit whilst watching what your brothers get up to. Neteyam, of course, is bearing most of the responsibility whilst Lo’ak and Tuk are taking a more easy approach to the day. Mom and dad made sure to leave them with a list of things to get done whilst they’re away—number one being to keep an eye on their sisters.

Number one, check.

All that floods your mind is your mate and if he’s okay. You try to process everything he’s said but it’s all too much to wrap your head around. All too new. Your brothers aren’t much help either, as they claim to be ‘out the loop’ as much as you are. You know it's bullshit, and probably just another thing that they’ve been ordered to keep from you so as not to ‘stress you out’.

Regardless, it’s all you can think about.

Until you feel your son do a flip in your womb, big enough to make you gasp. Your hands immediately fly to your belly, feeling around to gauge his position. A pressure begins to grow against your bladder. One so intense it presses into your tailbone too. The pads of your fingers sink into the skin, tapping around as you make out a leg, then a knee. A hand to the left.

Is he…head down? You think to yourself.

“Everything alright?” Neteyam asks, concern wrinkling his forehead.

“Hm?” You look up, seeing the outline of his silhouette in front of the sun.

“You okay? You’re…you look a little—”

“Oh, yeah. Everything’s fine. He’s moving a lot today.” You smile, catching Tuk excitedly running over in the corner of your eye.

“Really? Can I feel? Please?” She squeals excitedly, falling to her knees in the sand next to you.

“Of course, Tuk.” You smile, and place her hand on top of your stomach, right where his foot is. Only a few seconds pass by until your son gives Tuk a strong kick, making her mouth open with glee.

“Wow! Tey, you gotta feel this!” Tuk exclaims, tugging your brother by the hand so he’s next to you too. Neteyam looks at you, unsure if you’re okay with it. You nod with a gentle smile, tugging his hand over to the other side of your stomach. His hand hovers as he hesitates for a moment, this is his first time feeling his nephew move. He gives you a final look, and gently rests his hand on your belly

A few moments pass and nothing.

“Aww, he stopped moving.” Tuk sighs with a pout.

“Patience, Tuk.” You whisper, feeling him kick on cue. Her face lights up with a beaming smile and Neteyam seems to be in awe with wide eyes and slightly parted lips.

“Woah, y/n. Your tummy’s getting hard.” Tuk says innocently, looking at her brother to see if he feels it too.

“Hm?” You hum, feeling a bit spaced out and achy.

“It is.” Neteyam lets go and keeps his hands to himself, feeling like he’s invading your personal space. A heat floods your back, and you feel your thighs spasm. You begin to groan, holding your breath until the strange feeling subsides. “Hey. You okay?”

You nod, finally release your breath, and hear Tuk’s excited voice. “It’s all soft now!”

“All good.” You smile, but Neteyam doesn’t seem convinced at all. “Ronal says they are normal. They aren’t the real thing. Mom had them with Tuk, remember?”

Neteyams' features soften as he nods, prying his little sister's hands off of you. “Ease up now, Tuk.”

“Sorry, sis.” She says quietly, ears laying flat to her head.

“Nothing to be sorry about.” You say as you roll to your side to get up, shamelessly using Neteyam to gain some momentum. “Think it’s time for me to take a walk, though.”

“Yes, sure. Where are we going?” Neteyam asks, ready to accompany you anywhere.

“I’m going down to the rocks.” You emphasise on the first word, making it clear you need some alone time after being babysat all day. “I think Lo’ak needs some help with the net.”

Neteyam and Tuk look over to see their brother struggling with a tangled fishing net, and turn back to see that you’re already waddling down the beach.

——

Suddenly, Ralak’s back inside of his family marui pod on his iknimaya night. Trapped. Small. Powerless. Cornered by a person he once looked up to. A person he trusted. Manipulated by her heat— her pheromones. A crime punishable by banishment. Forced to give, forced to receive. A betrayal he’ll never forget. A face he swore to himself that he would never see again.

No wonder they ‘demanded’ his presence.

Tonowari and Ronal lose their colour when their eyes land on her. It’s been so many years. They quickly look over to Ralak, who is seemingly falling to pieces where he stands. The expression on his face is no short of pure shock and… terror. Truthfully, the last time they’d seen such an expression on his face was the deaths of his parents and spirit brother. Jake and Neytiri aren’t aware of what’s going on, but they know it must be serious for Ralak to be so…expressive.

They can even see his shoulders heave from how hard he’s breathing, and how his face of terror quickly morphs into something of fury. Tonowari notices the way he tightens his grip on his weapon, and his eyes as they gloss over red with rage. It takes a lot to make this man blind with anger. Tonowari knows if he doesn't step in now that this could turn sour in the blink of an eye.

——

Two.

Releasing a shaky exhale, you begin your walk back to your siblings. That was the second ‘practice’ contraction you’ve had since starting your walk, and your third since coming here with your brothers. Your waddle is becoming more sluggish with each step and the fire in your back is beginning to burn hotter rather than fade out.

“Not now, little one.” You whisper as you caress your bump. “…please.”

Weariness sets in as you make it halfway back, making you perch on your knees to take a break. The fire spreads from your back to your thighs, and up your stomach. You brace yourself for the tight feeling, holding your breath in the base of your chest. You grumble a little, swaying side to side until it passes, which thankfully doesn’t take more than a few seconds.

Three.

Finally making it back to the beach, you see Neteyam and Lo’ak hauling a few sacks on their backs, with Tuk skipping behind them. You overhear Lo’ak trying to convince Neteyam to let him be with the other warriors, and Neteyam reminding him of your parents orders. They stop mid sentence when they hear your heavy, muffled footsteps, taking one look at you and knowing that something isn’t right. Lo’ak in particular, to your surprise.

“Damn. You look exhausted.” Lo’ak says, earning a jab in the rib by Neteyams elbow. “What? She looks like she’s about to pass out.”

“You can’t say that to a pregnant woman, skxawng [idiot].” Neteyam hisses.

“It’s fine. He’s not wrong.” You say, tail dragging low and heavy behind you. Ralak still clouds your mind, and you’re eager to know if he’s back yet. “I want to go home now. I really need to lie down.”

Neteyam just nods, understanding that something deeper is going on. “I will take you.”

“I got it, bro.” Lo’ak interjects, plunking the sack off his back and onto the ground.

“Stay with Tuk.” Neteyam orders, clicking for his skimwing.

“Why don’t you stay with Tuk?” Lo’ak snaps back.

“Guys. Please?” You sigh, waddling towards the winged beast, throwing a leg over its tough back. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Come ‘teyam.” Neteyam smirks, making the bond with the beast and mounting it in one swift move.

As you arrive at your marui, you see Zu’té at the outside fire pit, concentrating on not burning yet another type of meat-on-a-stick. Hearing your arrival, Zu’té turns and acknowledges your presence. He puts down the sizzling meat on a leaf, allowing the fire to continue to burn as he begins to make his way over to collect you. Neteyam and him exchange glances and silent greetings, and suddenly the air is thick.

“Right…I’m going up. Thank you, tey. See you.” You say out of breath, giving him a quick hug.

“Let me—” Neteyam begins.

“No, I’m okay.” You cut off your brother, hualing yourself off the tsurak.

“Right. Kìyevame [see you again soon]. If you need me, send your watchdog.” He speaks clearly, holding you by the wrist to steady you as you get off.

“I will, tey.” You chuckle lightly and make your way to the marui. Neteyam waits patiently, making sure you get in safely.

Zu’té is only half way there when you reach the bottom step, already offering his arm for the stairs. You sigh and shake your head, hurriedly climbing the stairs as fast as your swollen ankles will allow it. For some reason, his gesture really annoys you. Your mood is off and you feel queasy and achy—like your entire body is throbbing.

All you want is for everyone around you to stop babying you, and let you be alone for the rest of the day.

“I got it.” Your voice strains as you wobble ahead, leaving Zu’té and your brother behind. Neteyam remains silent for some time, locking eyes with Zu’té.

‘Keep a close eye.’ Neteyam signs with disquiet wrinkling his forehead. Zu’té gives him a puzzled look at first, but slowly nods when he successfully deciphers the message. Neteyam nods as well and dives underwater.

By the time Zu’té gets to the bottom step, you’re already at the top, clutching onto the railing as you lean forward in pain. You couldn’t even make it into the pod without another hitting you so soon. You take a few deep breaths rather than holding it in, waiting until the tight feeling subsides.

Four.

Zu’té darts up the stairs to your side, offering a hand in support only to be swatted away. “What is it?”

“It is nothing.” You catch your breath and insist that it was nothing—because it was nothing, right?

His brows furrow in disbelief, a look of concern washing over his face. Zu’té allows his eyes to fall to your bulging, veiny belly for the first time, taking in the sight. “You were in pain.”

“I’m fine.” You’re short with him, stony eyes staring into his.

“Someone once told me no good comes from pretending that things don’t hurt.”

“Well nothing’s happening until my husband is back. Okay?” You try to remain nonchalant, to believe your own words.

He simply stares down at you for a bit, analysing your facial expression. Despite your stone cold facade, he can easily see the fear etched into your features. Fear that this baby may come before Ralaks return and that if you allow yourself to accept reality, then it may really come true. He glances down at your hand still stuck to the side of your stomach and swallows, looking back up to you.

“Understood.”

“Right. Now...” You huff, contemplating if you should say what you want to say. You feel like telling him to back off—to give you some space. But he’s obviously just making sure you’re okay. “...I need to lie down. Just, keep an eye out for—”

“My brother? Sure. Rest well.”

——

“Ay’ana.”

The Olo’eyktan lets out a lengthy growl, earning a look from the traitor herself.

“Waari.” She sings with a grin, shifting her leer to his mate behind him. “Ronal.” Her eyes fall to her swollen belly, “You are expecting…again.”

It wasn’t a, ‘congratulations’ either, no. But rather a ‘I see that you are the most vulnerable.’

Ronal scowls, hissing through her teeth. Tonowari steps in front of his mate, blocking her from Ay’ana’s view.

It was one thing to commit kawngkem [a crime; evil deed] and be banished for it, but it’s another to seek uturu with the enemy. She is no longer considered to be among the ‘banished’, but is now the ‘enemy’.

Ay’ana looks behind Tonowari, not at Ronal, but at the two deeper skinned, slender na’vis. She scoffs, the corner of her mouth pulling into an evil smirk, revealing her sharpened teeth. Tonowaris eyes widen when he sees that she’s completely adapted to this vile peoples’ ways by putting a file to her teeth. Her eyes flick past them to the last person, the most important.

“Ralak.” She slowly moans his name as she peers up at him with sultry eyes, allowing her tongue to glaze over her canines. “Such a pleasure.” Ralak winces, chest heaving violently as it fills with repulsion and loathing. “Ah. I remember you being quiet, but not this quiet. Nothing to say to your karyu?”

——

A couple hours have passed and the pain is enough to disrupt your rest. The sunlight dulls with each passing minute, casting a familiar orange hue into the marui. It comes in waves, rippling through you like a bolt of lightning striking the tallest tree in the forest. Making it hard to tell yourself that things are okay—making it hard to keep things quiet.

“Agh!” You groan suddenly, feeling another jolt of electricity shoot up your spine. It stops you in your tracks, the tracks you’ve been burning into the floor with your constant, nervous pacing. You quiet down into a whisper, “...please wait for your sempu [daddy], my child.”

“You—uhm.” You hear Zu’té clear his throat at the door, projecting his voice so that you can hear him through the curtain, “You alright in there?”

“Mmn—yes! Fine.” You grate out, making your way back to the bed to lie down. Your feet are so sore.

“Hungry?” He asks, food in hand in the case you were.

“‘m not.” You try to speak up, but you’re still in the height of the contraction.

He grits his teeth, leaning into the frame of the marui door. “I didn’t burn it this time.”

You wish you could laugh, but you can’t even muster up the strength to raise your voice.

Zu’té lingers at the door quietly, knowing plain as day that you weren’t okay. “...what about water?”

“No...I’ve got.” You say at a normal volume, finally released from the constraints of your pain.

You begin closing your eyes in hopes that sleep may find you, even if it's just for a few minutes. Zu’té remains at the door for a moment longer, feeling so helpless and useless. He sinks back to the floor, putting down the meat and picking up a new, special piece to weave.

Weaving passed the time, distracting him from the tiny sounds that managed to escape your mouth.

Until night fell, and those tiny sounds morphed into deep, lengthy groans and high pitched wails.

——

“Let us begin.” Tonowari speaks over Ay’ana, averting all attention back to their leader, another female that goes by the name of ‘Varang’.

She’s almost grey in colour, embellished with a red headpiece that resembles something of an ikrans wings. Her eyes narrow as she looks straight at Tonowari, standing close to his height.

“Let us.” She hisses with a smile, leading Tonowari to a smaller, private room sectioned by a leather curtain. She motions to Ay’ana to accompany her, leaving the rest of her men to stay with the others. Tonowari lets out a soft grunt, and grits his teeth. He knows he must choose, but his mate is heavy with child and Jake has no interest in leaving his mate in such a place alone. Therefore, he must choose his right hand—Ralak. He motions with a quick tilt of his head, prompting Ralak to clutch his weapon close to his chest and follow closely behind.

——

“Y/n.” Zu’té’s at the curtain again, half considering to pull it back and come in on his own terms. But he would never invade your privacy like that. And by the sounds of it, things are picking up. “Do you need the healer?”

“No!” You shout out of breath, wobbling to the door with a hand clutching your stomach. You lean all your weight against the wall, knowing he’s on the other side waiting. “No healer.”

You’re drenched in sweat, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. He hears your back slide against the surface, and he mirrors your movements, sitting on the floor too. Only a wall sits between your backs, separating you two.

“You’re in labour.” Zu’té speaks, his poor attempt at urging you to face reality.

You know that. Of course you know that. But you don’t want it to be true—you didn’t expect it to happen this way—you didnt want it to happen this way. You take a few deep breaths, concentrating on breathing through the remainder of this horrible feeling. And when it’s finally over, you rest your head against the wall and close your eyes—leaving silence to fill the air.

Where are you, Ralak?

——

The room is much smaller than the one they were in, equipped with some sort of table or workbench with a few spears and bows mounted on the wall. Ralak stands quietly behind Tonowari, as does Ay’ana to Varang.

As they negotiate the terms of the treaty, Ay’ana keeps her eyes locked onto Ralak with a smug look on her face. Her hungry eyes wander, shamelessly taking in every inch of the man before her, surprised by how much he has changed. He’s much bigger, more filled out in his warrior attire. His muscles—more defined, thicker. His skin—calloused and scarred. Inked, unlike before.

And as her eyes trail down the line between his abs they lay upon the six stripes that peak out over the band of his loincloth. Her eyes widen and glisten with greed before darting back up to his face, meeting his eyes that bore into her fearlessly.

What’s worse is that she can see that his mind is elsewhere.

That his mind runs on you. You’re all he’s been thinking about since he stepped off the reef. He feels deep in his heart that something isn’t right back home. That you need him. That perhaps, you’re calling for him right now, swollen and heavy with his child.

And it bothers her.

“It is decided, then.” Tonowari speaks in a confident tone.

“Yes, it is.” Varang’s smile is uncanny as she unsheaths a small, double edged knife from her hip.

She grabs Tonowari by the hand, placing the blade in the middle of his palm, and closes his fingers around it. She rips it from his hand, drawing blood, and then hands Tonowari the knife and gives him her hand. He returns the unsettling act, slitting her palm. She keeps a smile on her face, locking hands with him until their blood combines and drips to their feet.

Supposedly, it is a method of establishing some level of trust between the two. Where each has the ability to do much greater harm, but makes the deliberate choice not to. Then, when blood has been drawn, it is mixed by bringing the hands together, sealing the treaty.

“Bound by blood.” Varang whispers, letting go of his hand to bring hers to her mouth for a taste.

She sighs and smiles, popping a thumb in her mouth before gesturing to him that they leave. Tonowari fights the flinch on his face, disturbed by her behaviour. Ay’ana stays back, watching the two leaders exit the room. But as Ralak is about to leave behind Tonowari, Ay’ana calls for him.

——

Another couple agonising hours pass, and you’re constantly changing positions in hopes of finding some relief. Desperation sets in, making you beg the great mother herself to guide you through this. To bring your mate back home. But there’s still no sign of his return. The night dew settles on all the surfaces around you. Pacing no longer helps, leaving you to take refuge in your bed, panting and shivering.

No matter how much you twist and turn, your stomach only tightens more. Deep groans rip past your lips to cope with the feeling—the pain shooting through your core. Beads of sweat roll off your body at an alarming rate, soaking the sheets on your bed. You feel him move further down, his head now sitting plush in your pelvis, creating an immense pressure that’s almost unbearable. His feet press into your ribs, and with each strained breath you begin to yearn for your mate more and more. For his comforting touch. For the bond.

“Ralak…”

——

“Ralak.” She sings, making him stop dead in his tracks. “A word.”

His ears tuck back and he looks at Tonowari, who gives him a begrudged nod. Ralak sighs and turns around, fixing his mask of indifference tightly to his face. He remains silent, his hand practically bonded to his spear.

“Still tight lipped, hm? Come now, tak. That is no way to treat your karyu.” She speaks in a condescending tone, approaching him warily.

Ralak nearly takes the bait, a heat growing in his chest so hot it makes his jaw tense. How dare she call herself that? To taint such a word? He swallows, taking a single, deep breath to recenter himself as he looks away from her.

“I have to admit.” She steps towards him, the crown of her head meeting the bow of his shoulder. “You have grown into a fine man. You are taller than me now.”

Ralak just looks down at her, still as stone, his mind consumed with the fact that he could be on his way home to you but this…vile creature is keeping him away. But he will do what he needs to keep you safe, even if it means to tolerate this for the time being.

With no reaction, Ay’ana grows frustrated and begins circling him, a single finger tracing around his body.

“You know…My body still yearns for you.” She speaks with a sultry voice, stopping at his side and bringing herself to the tips of her toes to whisper in his ear, “...especially when I’m in heat.”

For a second, Ralak succumbs to her tactics, the ones she used to use on him years ago. A memory, forcibly resurfaced, reminding him of the way she whispered in his ear on that night. It makes him feel so small. Impotent. But only for a second. Ralak recoils, stepping back to create distance between them. He towers over her, dwarfing this small, lanky woman, regaining his confidence and power.

“Is that all?” He growls, looking her dead in the eye—facing his past with no fear.

Facing the reason why he lived in a bottle before he met you. You. You. He can feel you. He can feel you yearn for him and he’s ready to come home to you. For this to be over.

He’s too focused on you to even notice Ay’ana’s face of shock. Shock to know that she’s been releasing her pheromones this entire time and he’s been completely oblivious to them. Which only means one thing.

“You’re mated.” She gasps.

And he’s back.

Staring at a mirror now that he is, too, in a state of shock. Ralak’s heart leaps out his chest, beating so hard that Ay’ana can hear it. How could she know that? He watches as a grin spreads across her face, ear to ear. She knows she’s got him now, despite the jealousy bubbling inside her. She could use this to her advantage—it didn’t matter to her that he’s called for, after all.

“Using tsaheylu for such useless things.” She bellows a wicked laugh, which fades out when she sees an even more serious look on his face. A look that tells her he’s trying to mask something more, something deeper. “Oh? Is there more to it?” The twitch of his brows and quick flare to his nostrils reveals the truth. “I have to know. What is it, hm?” She nears him once more, two fingers walking up his chest. “Come now, you were never this hard to read.”

Ralak remains silent, focusing on slowing his heart rate.

“Is she ill?” She asks as she searches his eyes, fingers grazing across his quivering jawbone. “No, no. It’s not that.” She sighs, stepping closer and closer until his back hits the wall. He moves his head away from her touch, still looking her in the eye—refusing to be the first to break eye contact. Her eyes light up and her ears stand tall.

“She carries your child, doesn’t she?” Her eyes gloss over green with envy. “Pregnant.”

Ralak swallows his spit, the lump in the column of his throat quickly undulating.

“There it is. I knew you would make strong babies.” Her hand slips down his chest, slithering over his abs and down to the twine of his loincloth, causing him to jolt. “Ralak.” She moans his name slowly, “Oh, Ralak. The last I see of you, you were barely covered in this vile ink with no one at your side…and now you are mated and a father to be.” Her fingers tickle the raised skin on his most intimate tattoo. “I have always longed to be bred by you.” Her fingers attempt to burrow themselves under the band of his loincloth.

“Enough.” He lets out a deep growl, shoving her away, dropping his weapon in doing so. She loses and quickly regains her balance in a few seconds, throwing herself on him. He grabs her by the wrists, restraining her with ease so that she can’t come any closer to him.

“Perhaps we need to renegotiate the terms so that you are a part of them, yes?” Her voice is full of desperation, trembling as she strains against him. “How does that sound numeyu? You know we have a population problem, right? We could all use you.”

“I have no interest in being your stud.” Ralak spits, forcefully shoving her away, causing her to stumble back and for her head to hit the table.

He moves quickly, picking up his spear off the ground and heading for the door. She lunges at him, dagger unsheathed from her hip and armed in her hand, whilst her other arm snakes around his throat to pull him onto the ground.

During the struggle, Ralak drags her off his back, resulting in a nasty gash from his collarbone and down his shoulder blade. He hisses from the burn, instantly assuming an offensive stance to plunge his spear through. Ay’ana returns the hiss, crouching with her bloodied dagger ready to strike.

“I will kill you.” Ralak threatens, nearing the pointed tip closer and closer to her chest. “And I will take great joy in doing so.”

“Is that right?” Ay’ana hisses, tail wagging in excitement with unsettling smile spread across her face. She looks as if she’s toying with him. As if she’s playing a game and she’s winning. “Let me have a taste of you.”

“Nìtam! [Enough!]” Tonowari roars as he yanks back the curtain, instantly averting Ay’ana’s attention to him. Perhaps it was her roots calling her to respond to her true leader. Varang appears beside him with a scowl stained on her face, displeased with her subordinate. One more move and the treaty would’ve already been broken.

“Easy, Tak.” Tonowari murmurs, and Ralak relaxes into position next to him, blood trickling down his chest and back.

“Come with me.” Varang snarls at Ay’ana, seizing her by the queue.

“Night has fallen. We will take our leave.” Tonowari speaks roughly, trying his hardest to contain his anger as he rests a careful hand resting on Ralak—leading him out the room.

“In another ten years, Olo’eyktan.”

Tonowari grunts as he and the rest push past the swarming ash people. As soon as they’re far enough, he stops Ralak and has Ronal safely look at his wound. It’s weeping and open, prone to a nasty infection if not dressed immediately. She unclasps her medicine pouch from her hip, and retrieves a small bottle of iridescent liquid, a viscous concoction of herbs, and a needle and thread.

“Come, son.” Tonowari speaks softly, ripping the cork from the small bottle with his back teeth and spitting it on the ground. “That vonvä’.”

Ralak sits on the nearest rock, elbows propped on his knees and head hung low to hide his face. Jake and Neytiri observe in silence, cringing as Tonowari douses the gash with the liquid as Ronal prepares the needle and thread.

Ralak groans, biting down tooth on tooth.

Tonowari leaves a little left in the bottle, offering it to Ralak who is visibly trying to keep it together. He plucks the bottle from Tonowari’s hand and knocks it back, puffing out a sigh.

“Keep still.” Ronal orders, driving the wooden needle through his skin.

Ralak grumbles, letting his head hang between his knees and his hair fall forward. At this point Neytiri looks away, but Jake can’t. His eyes are plastered to the scene unfolding before him as he recognizes his son-in-law’s strength and perseverance.

“That should hold until we are back.” She declares, gathering her supplies and stuffing them back into her pouch.

“Irayo [thank you], Ronal.”

“You’re strong, boy.” Jake mumbles, patting Ralaks back as he gets up. “Anyone care to explain what the hell happened back there?”

Ralak just shakes his head, leaving Tonowari to speak for him. “I will explain on the way back. You all have someone waiting for you.”

Ralak’s ears spring up at the thought of you, giving him a burst of energy to spring to his feet, gather his gear and lead the trek himself. The women walk behind him, concerned about his wound. Tonowari and Jake are left at the back, sharing a look before they begin their journey.

——

“Fuck. Fuck.” You pant, looking down at your trembling hands that sink into the bed through double vision. You sway from side to side, trying to take steady, deep breaths, but the pressure between your legs is starting to make you panic. The possibility that you may have to do this alone is quickly becoming a reality.

Zu’té is the one doing the pacing now, unable to sit still in his spot for much longer. He has long abandoned his woven pieces, burning lines into the patio floor as he walks back and forth outside—conflicted on his next move.

He doesn’t want to go against your wishes and call a healer without you requesting it. But he must keep his word to Ralak—to keep you safe—which means calling for a healer. He chews on the toughened skin on his thumb, listening to your continuous whimpers and whines. By the sounds of it, you’re in active labour now, ready to give birth at any moment.

——

A few hours have passed since they started the trek back home. Everyone has fallen into new positions that work for them. Ralak, eager to be at his pregnant mate’s side, leads the pack, clearing the path for the others. Jake and Neytiri stay not too far behind him, keeping a vigilant eye on their surroundings. Tonowari and Ronal are far at the back, linked together as she trudges on despite her extreme weariness.

“Let us take another break.” Tonowari speaks quietly to his mate, hand on her stomach. They share a look, speaking to one another with their eyes. She doesn’t want to hold up the group much more than she already has.

“No. We are almost there—ugh!” Ronal lets out a sudden groan, clutching her stomach as she doubles over.

Everyone stops dead in their tracks, turning around with wide eyes. Tonowari supports her, and carefully walks her over to a nearby fallen log, lowering her down onto it. She takes a few deep breaths as Neytiri and Jake rush over to her.

“Is it time?” Neytiri asks, crouching down next to her. Ronal nods once, completely in tune with her body and aware of exactly what’s happening.

Which is why she insisted they continue, or else she won’t make it back in time. Ralak watches at a distance, his face contorting with sheer worry. No, borderline distress. He looks almost mortified, but not for the reasons that one may think. They all know why, it's obvious. If Ronal is in labour,

…that means you probably are too.

“Go ahead.” Ronal pants, beads beginning to form at her temple.

But Ralak doesn’t move. He can’t move. He’s at conflict with himself. An internal battle of knowing that he should stay and help, even though he really wants to go—needs to go.

“We got it, son. Go to her.” Jake huffs as he helps Tonowari lift Ronal to carry her. “Go on!” He shouts, prompting Ralak to look to his father figure for approval, to which he meets him with a quick nod before averting his attention back to his labouring mate. And with Neytiri’s soft smile of reassurance, Ralak takes a few steps back before turning his heel and booking it home.

——

“Haah…holy fuck—holy fuck.” You moan, feeling another contraction start up and the pressure between your legs intensify.

This one has you on your hands and knees, clutching the bed head so hard your nails dig into the wood. It’s undeniable now. This baby is coming whether you like it or not. And as the contraction reaches its peak, you scream.

“Zu’té!” It pains you to cry out for his name and not your mates. Hearing your call—your permission to enter—he finally bursts through the door and rushes to your side.

“I’m here, I’m here.” He’s out of breath and on edge.

“I think—oh god—I think the baby’s coming!” You cry out, swooping your hand between your legs to try and feel what’s happening.

“Shit. Like now? Like right now?” Zu’té panics as he watches you, hands hovering around you, unsure of what to do.

“I d-don’t know! I—I don’t—I want Ralak! Fuck, fuck. I want lak!” You cry out in sheer agony. “I want my mate. I-I need him!”

“Y/n. Eywa.” Desperation is potent in his voice now.

The fact that you’re calling out for his brother means the time has come and he feels like a fool to have let this get this far without stepping in. He swallows and takes a breath to calm down, just as your contraction ends and leaves you sobbing on your knees.

“I’m getting the healer.” He says firmly, turning his heel to leave but you grab his wrist before he can walk away.

“No! Don’t leave…Please don’t leave me alone.” You beg, fear glossing over your eyes until it spills onto your cheeks once more. He looks at you with furrowed brows, lamenting for you. Now he’s really conflicted, because this means…it’s him or no one.

“Ah, shit. Shit. Uhm.” He rakes his fingers through his scalp, thinking about his next move. He’s seriously considering going regardless, able to see the situation for what it is.

“Please, Zu’té.” You plead weakly, slowly lowering yourself onto your behind and off your knees, leaning back into the bedhead.

“Okay, okay.” He nods and you let go of his wrist, immediately using your hand to support your stomach. You let your eyes close, they’re swollen and heavy. “Uh–right, right.”

For some reason he can’t stop repeating himself twice. Perhaps it’s his way of keeping grounded. He heads straight for the bucket of water and rag to bring it over to you. He dips the rag into the water, and wrings it out. You barely open your eyes at the sound of the bucket making contact with the floor, and see that he’s nearing you with a damp cloth and raised brows. He’s waiting for your go ahead.

“Yes.” Your voice is hoarse and trembling.

Zu’té begins to wipe away the sweat that’s dripping in your eyes, your forehead, neck and chest. Dipping the rag back into the water, he wrings it out once more and wipes down your shoulders and arms. You can’t help but sit there and close your eyes, allowing him to do it all, exhausted.

Feeling something press against your lips, you open your eyes in a daze. Zu’té holds a cup of water to your mouth, and you drink ardently, gasping for air and closing your eyes when it’s emptied. Sleep calls to you, taking you as you barely manage to mutter out a weak, “...thank you.”

Zu’té calculates another five minutes before your next contraction, giving him enough time to fetch a fresh pail of water—something absolutely necessary for the birth. He leaves you sat up against the bedhead, rag on your forehead as you sleep. But not even three minutes go by before he hears your languid moan.

Abandoning the bucket, he rushes back into the marui, finding you standing and holding onto the marui stilt with one hand as the other tugs at the strap of your top. Seeing you try to undress has him stopping in his tracks and turning his head to look away.

“Y/n—”

“Ughhaa—” You grunt, untethering the knot of your top. Your body is trying to get comfortable for the birth of your son now, and these pieces of cloth feel suffocating. “Get out!”

With that, Zu’té turns and retreats back to the patio, hands on his head as he begins to make his plan. If he flew on his skimwing, he could make it to the village and back with a healer in about ten minutes. But would that be enough time? What if you didn’t have ten minutes? Your pained groan turns into a howl and it makes his ears twitch.

By the sound of that, you might not even have five minutes.

“Come on, baby brother. Don’t make me do this. Please. Don’t make me go back in there. Oh shit—I’m going to have to go back in there, aren’t I? Eywa. Eywa. Okay—It’s okay. I can do this. Childbirth. It’s just childbirth. Right? Right.”

Zu’té tries to convince himself that he’s capable of this despite this not being what he signed up for.

“Okay, Toto. Just do it. Go in there.” Zu’té sounds breathless as he speaks to himself, turning around to face the door. He hears your whimper and his jaw tightens. “Shit. Okay. Right.”

Just as he raises his hand to pull back the curtain, he hears a winded voice.

“Brother.”

643 notes · View notes

officialunar · 2 months ago

Text

A deity and A man

This fanfic will be on deity!reader and just Lnd man’s because..I have yet to see anyone do this as often and maybe I can give it a try🙂‍↕️…

(I’m sorry yall i suck at aesthetics😭😭)

Warning:All fluff!

Sylus x Reader , Zayne x Reader ,Rafayel x Reader,Xavier x Reader! (All seperated)

Fanfic under cut!

The first time you encountered Sylus was unforgettable, mostly because he strolled into your quiet sanctuary like he owned the place. You were sitting on your favorite cliff, enjoying a rare moment of peace, when he appeared, his presence as bold as his white hair and piercing red eyes.

"So, you’re the deity I’ve heard so much about," he said, that cocky smirk plastered on his face. "I expected someone more... awe-inspiring."You arched an eyebrow, unimpressed. “And I expected a little more humility from someone who clearly just crashed the party.”

He laughed, unfazed. “Touché. But really, what’s a powerful deity like you doing out here all alone? Don’t you have realms to rule or something?”

“Watching over mortals is a bit boring,” you replied, crossing your arms. “But it seems like you need to work on your entrance.”With a playful glint in his eyes, he leaned closer. “I think my entrance was just fine. You’re the one who needs to lighten up.”

---

Now, weeks later, he’s become a regular visitor, showing up as if it’s his right. Tonight, as you sit under a sky full of stars, he slides down beside you, settling in with that same familiar grin.“Another night of solitude, huh?” he teases, nudging you lightly. “I hope you’ve saved some entertainment for me.”“Only if you can keep up,” you shoot back, the corner of your mouth twitching up in a smirk.He laughs, leaning closer, the playful challenge hanging between you. “Oh, I like a good challenge. What do you have in mind?”

You ponder for a moment, then say, “How about a little wager? If you can make me laugh before midnight, I’ll grant you one wish.”His eyes widen with intrigue. “And if I can’t?”“Then you have to leave me alone for a week,” you counter, enjoying the game.“Deal,” he says, and the tension shifts, both of you aware of the stakes.

As the night unfolds, Sylus starts pulling out his worst jokes, ranging from terrible puns to absurdly exaggerated stories about his ‘adventures’ in the N109 Zone. You try your best to hold it together, but each ridiculous tale has you laughing harder than the last.“Alright, you win,” you finally admit, breathless with laughter as midnight approaches. “You’re better at this than I thought.”

He grins, triumphant. “Now, what’s my wish, oh great deity?”You lean in, a mischievous glint in your eye. “How about you start by never calling me ‘great’ again? It’s just cringe.”He laughs, a deep, genuine sound that fills the night air. “I think I can live with that... for now.”

I’m sorry guys this is the only gif I found🥲🥲

Your first encounter with Xavier is when you floated through the abandoned warehouse, doing a routine check on the realm of humans when you stumbled across a familiar sight: A weird man , sprawled out on the floor, snoring softly. His greyish-white hair glowed faintly in the dim light, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Is this really how Deepspace Hunters do their jobs?” you said, voice smooth and teasing. He cracked one eye open, blinked at you, and promptly went back to sleep. (Sleeping beauty core??)

“Hey! Wake up! There’s a Wanderer nearby!” “Mmm, five more minutes…” he mumbled, rolling over. You sighed, shaking your head. “If you don’t wake up, you’re going to become its breakfast.” He jolted awake at that, leaping to his feet. “Why didn’t you say so?” He grabbed his sword and looked around, still half-asleep.

You couldn’t help but laugh as he took down the Wanderer with a flurry of sleepy strikes, yawning between swings. It was a chaotic dance of light and snoring, and somehow it all worked out.

- - -

Fast forward to now, you find yourself lounging in his apartment, a divine being sharing space with a hunter who’s currently napping on the couch. You watch as he shifts in his sleep, mumbling about “no more Wanderers” and “just five more minutes.” You lean over, poking him. “Xavier! Time to wake up!” He opens one eye lazily. “Is it a divine emergency?”

“Only if you consider missing breakfast a crisis.” He grins, stretching like a cat. “Good enough reason to wake up. What’s on the menu today?” “Pancakes, if you can manage to stay awake long enough to eat them.”

“Challenge accepted,” he smiles, and with that, he sits up, looking more awake but still a bit groggy. You can’t help but smile at his half-asleep charm. “Just promise me you won’t nap through the cooking.” “Only if you promise to keep the pancakes divine,” he replies, and you both laugh, the playful banter filling the room as you start breakfast together.

(Ah..next one,my favourite..I swear I’m not bias🥹👍)

The reason you visit Dr. Zayne Li—or rather, insist on popping into his life at the most inconvenient times—is a bit… unconventional. As a deity, you’re technically there to “watch over” him. After all, every mystical Foreseer needs a divine overseer, right? Or at least, that’s what you tell him when he raises an unimpressed eyebrow at your appearances. You’re meant to ensure he doesn’t stray from his destined path or, perhaps more accurately, doesn’t “forget” to relay prophecies or handle those icy, mystical duties Astra assigned him in the Tower of Thorns.

But, in truth, it's not just about cosmic obligations. There’s something about Zayne’s rigid, always-in-control demeanor that just begs for a little mischief. Maybe you’re a bit of a troublemaker (for his own good, of course), or maybe you simply find it amusing to see a doctor—always so precise and serious—dealing with the unexpected interruptions of a deity who shows up to “check on him.”

Sometimes, you claim it’s to make sure he’s managing that balance between mortal work and mystical duty properly. Other times, you vaguely mutter something about “divine energy alignment” while he just stares at you, unamused. The truth is, you’re always a little curious about this stubborn, hardworking doctor who treats his patients with such dedication but himself with nothing short of reckless neglect.

Though you’ll never admit it, seeing Zayne unphased by both heart surgery and celestial visits from an actual deity gives you an odd sense of calm—even if that calm comes with a side of his barely-suppressed eye-rolls. So, you keep dropping by, claiming to ensure he’s fulfilling his duties. And maybe, just maybe, you’re checking on him for reasons you’d never confess to his face.

The first time you met Rafayel, you were just a deity wandering around as usual, doing whatever it is deities do between one world and another. And honestly? You were a little bored, as any immortal would be after centuries of staring at endless ocean waves and making sure they didn’t get rowdy.

But that day, you saw something unusual: a young Lemurian, barely more than a kid, washed up on the shore like some bedraggled fish. He was tangled in seaweed, sputtering and swearing in a way that—if you were being honest—was more adorable than intimidating. You crouched over him, tapping his cheek with a finger, and asked, “You look like a drowned fish, kid. Need a hand, or should I start looking for some lemon slices to go with you?”

In response, he cracked open one eye, scowling like a wet cat, and muttered, “Who’re you calling a fish?”

Fast forward, and you had him propped up against a rock, offering him your limited (but highly entertaining) medical expertise. “Pretty lucky I was in the area,” you said, taking full credit for an accident of fate. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Rafayel,” he said, with as much dignity as a sea-sodden kid could muster.

“Cute name. Sorta like ‘fish fillet’,” you mused. He made a sound like he was trying not to laugh—or choke.

And just like that, Rafayel became your first-ever Lemurian “friend.” Over the next few years, whenever you were in the mood for company, you’d find him, or he’d find you. He’d grown out of his fishy awkwardness and into a young god of mischief himself. The Lemurian civilization saw you both as mythical, larger-than-life beings—until, of course, humans got involved, greedy as usual, wanting the blood of Lemurians for eternal life and all that jazz. You saw Rafayel change, his trust in humanity hardening into something darker, his artistry taking on a sharper edge.

But somehow, he never lost his humor or his bratty attitude with you.

- - -

The next time you run into him, it’s pure luck—or destiny, if you want to give it a fancy label. You’re strolling through Linkon City, admiring the odd human inventions they’ve come up with since you last paid attention. And just like that, you find yourself at Whitesand Bay, standing outside a sleek, modern art studio with a pretentious name you suspect he came up with in the middle of the night. Mo Art Studio,the sign reads. Classic Rafayel. You shove the door open and walk in without a second thought.

He’s perched on a ladder, painting the highest reaches of a canvas, looking like he just stepped out of an angsty artist’s dream. His purple hair’s mussed, and he has paint smeared across one cheek, which, you note with satisfaction, he hasn’t even noticed. You clear your throat, and he almost loses his balance, swearing under his breath as he catches himself.

“Well, if it isn’t the original fish out of water,” you say, crossing your arms with a grin.

He slowly turns, narrowing his eyes. “You.I thought you’d finally gone off to meddle with someone else’s civilization.” He smirks, hopping off the ladder, wiping his paint-streaked hands on his dark pants. “I see some things never change.”

“Neither do you,” you retort, making a show of studying him. “Still look like a kid I’d throw a fish at just for fun.”

“And you still look like you don’t belong on dry land,” he shoots back, with that tsundere spark in his eye. “You realize you’re disrupting a masterpiece in progress, don’t you?”

“Oh, is that what this is?” You pretend to admire the half-finished painting behind him. “Looks more like a disaster in progress, to me.”

His grin twitches. “What would a storm deity know about art? Stick to making trouble for fishermen or whatever you’re doing these days.”

You step closer, tapping a finger against the crimson coral in the corner of the canvas, looking at him knowingly. “This coral… it’s still soaked in blood, isn’t it?”

He raises an eyebrow, unbothered. “You catch on quick.” Then he leans forward, lowering his voice. “Let’s just say it’s a way of reminding certain… patrons of their crimes.”

“Not a grudge,” he says lightly, flashing that roguish grin. “Just selective justice.” Then he pauses, tilting his head at you. “I’m curious—what brings you here? Did the ocean get boring without me?”

“Oh, please,” you roll your eyes. “I just wanted to see how you’re holding up. Maybe witness the mess you’ve made of ‘modern’ civilization.” You give the painting another once-over. “I gotta say, Rafayel, revenge art? Bold choice.”

You grin. “Still holding grudges, I see.”

He shrugs, crossing his arms. “Art’s about making people feel something. And if it happens to make a few insufferable humans lose their minds, well… maybe that’s just a bonus.”You laugh, reaching over to ruffle his hair—just to annoy him. “Still such a brat, aren’t you?”

He swats your hand away, cheeks flushing just a bit. “And you’re still an annoying deity who doesn’t understand personal space.” He clears his throat. “But since you’re here, maybe you’d like to see what real art looks like up close.” He gives you a sly look. “Provided you can keep your opinions to yourself for once.”

“Sure, I’ll give you a free critique.” You wink, settling on his studio couch with exaggerated nonchalance. “Just don’t cry if I’m too harsh.”

(I’m sorry yall I had a bit too much fun)

#fanfic #sylus x reader #love and deepspace sylus #lads sylus #sylus qin #xavier love and deepspace #lads xavier #xavier x mc #xavier x reader #zayne love and deepspace #lads zayne #doctor zayne #l&ds zayne #lnds zayne #zayne x reader #Rafayel #love and deepspace

163 notes · View notes

fa1rydr3ams · 26 days ago

Text

“Mistltoe Mishap”

Shota Aizawa x Coworker Gn! Reader

| cw: innocent kiss, sfw, awkwardness, romantic tension, gn! reader

| a/n: day 2 of ficmas 24’ !! check the ficmas tab on the pixie works for the next update!

| wc: n/a

The festive hum of conversation filled the UA faculty lounge, strung with holiday lights and the faint scent of pine. You stood near the punch bowl, chatting with Nemuri, her sparkling laughter blending seamlessly with the party’s cheerful ambiance.

Nemuri leaned in slightly, her smile turning mischievous as her gaze flicked across the room. “So… you and Shouta?”

You followed her line of sight, spotting Aizawa standing near the fireplace. He was deep in conversation with Yamada and a few other teachers, his signature scarf pulled up despite the warm room. You shrugged, taking a sip of your drink.

“It’s nothing serious,” you said, though the flutter in your chest betrayed you. “I mean, we get along really well, but… I’m not totally sure how he feels.”

Nemuri tilted her head, clearly unimpressed by your answer. “You should ask him. Or, better yet, make a move yourself.”

You laughed, waving her off. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll think about it. Anyway, I’m going to freshen up real quick. I’ll be right back.”

Nemuri smirked knowingly as you set your cup down and slipped out of the lounge.

On your way back from the restroom, you rounded a corner and nearly walked straight into Aizawa.

“Ah, sorry—” you started, but he shook his head, stepping aside to give you space.

“It’s fine,” he said simply, his voice calm and low as always. “Enjoying the party?”

“Yeah, it’s nice,” you replied, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m surprised you came, though. Not really your thing, is it?”

He huffed softly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Yamada didn’t give me much of a choice. He said I needed ‘holiday cheer.’”

You both chuckled at that, the air between you warming slightly.

Before you could say more, a familiar voice broke through the moment.

“Oi! Lovebirds!”

You both turned to see Yamada walking by, whistling a jaunty tune. He gave you a cheeky grin and pointed upward before disappearing into the crowd.

Confused, you glanced up—and froze. Hanging just above your heads was a sprig of mistletoe, its green leaves and red berries swaying innocently.

“Oh,” you said, biting back a laugh.

Aizawa stiffened, his gaze flicking from the mistletoe to you before quickly turning away. His scarf shifted slightly, but not enough to hide the flush creeping up his cheeks.

“You’re blushing,” you teased, leaning in just a little closer.

“No, I’m not,” he replied, his voice uncharacteristically quiet.

You tilted your head, an amused smile playing on your lips. “It’s a rule, you know.”

Aizawa cleared his throat, his eyes darting back to yours. “A rule?”

“Mm-hm,” you said, raising an eyebrow. “You’re supposed to kiss under the mistletoe.”

For a moment, he seemed to weigh his options, his hands fidgeting slightly in his pockets. The blush on his face deepened, but he didn’t step back.

You took a small step closer, the faint scent of pine and cinnamon from the room wrapping around you both. “What’s the matter, Shouta? Scared of a little tradition?” you asked, your tone light but playful.

His dark eyes narrowed slightly, though the blush on his face betrayed him. “I’m not scared,” he said firmly, though the slight crack in his voice made you smile wider.

“Really?” you said, tilting your head just a little more. “Then what’s stopping you?”

Aizawa shifted, his scarf moving as though he was debating whether to pull it higher or just bury his face in it completely. “It’s not exactly… appropriate,” he mumbled, his gaze darting toward the bustling party in the lounge.

You leaned in a fraction closer, your voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “No one’s looking. Besides, it’s just a kiss—hardly scandalous.”

His eyes flicked back to yours, and for a moment, the tension in the air felt almost electric. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he said, his tone flat but not unkind.

You grinned. “Maybe a little. But I think you are too.”

Aizawa sighed, clearly resigned to his fate. His hands, which had been stuffed in his pockets, twitched slightly as though he was debating what to do with them.

“Fine,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible over the distant hum of holiday music. “Just… don’t make a big deal out of it.”

You nodded, your smile softening. “Of course. No big deal.”

Taking the lead, you closed the remaining distance between you, tilting your head up. For a split second, Aizawa froze, his breath hitching. Then, ever so carefully, he leaned down, his lips brushing yours in a feather-light kiss.

It was over in an instant, but the warmth lingered, and when you pulled back, you couldn’t help but notice how flustered he looked.

“There,” he said, clearing his throat and adjusting his scarf. “Happy now?”

You laughed softly, your cheeks warm. “Very. See? That wasn’t so bad.”

He gave you a long, measured look before the faintest smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “You’re trouble,” he said, though there was no real bite to his words.

“Maybe,” you replied, your grin teasing. “But you like me anyway.”

Aizawa shook his head, but the way his gaze lingered on you told you everything you needed to know.

From across the room, Yamada let out a loud, exaggerated cheer, and Nemuri raised her glass in your direction, her expression gleefully smug.

Aizawa groaned. “I’m never going to hear the end of this.”

“Probably not,” you admitted, your tone light and playful. “But hey, at least now you’ve got some holiday cheer.”

He sighed again, but the slight curve of his lips didn’t go unnoticed.

dividers by @anitalenia love!!

#divider by anitalenia #aizawa x reader #gn reader #mha x reader #teacher x teacher #sfw #sub bnha #sub mha #dom!reader

117 notes · View notes

bloodywickedvamp · 10 months ago

Text

Two's Company - What The Hell Is Six? Part 3

Poly!Lost Boys x GN Reader x Michael

Series Masterlist

Summary: It's date night

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: swearing, touching, angst, arguments, flirting, lil kiss

I really cannot believe it took me so long to finish part 3 like...where did the time go?? It was almost an entire year...I just struggled to find the motivation but I finally did! Not sure if this is even good it's so late when I finished writing lol, hope you enjoy!

Dividers: @saradika & @firefly-graphics

“Okay…I’ll do it.”

“What?” Michael turns towards me and asks bewildered. I can’t blame him, I’m a little shocked by my own acquiescence.

I tear my gaze from David to Michael and briefly at our fingers laced together before meeting his eyes.

“I know this isn’t ideal Mikey, but you heard them, they won’t stop. We can talk about this more later, okay? Just trust me.” Squeezing his hand so tight, to help him to understand why I’m doing this. Why I didn’t have a choice other than to accept their ‘offer’. To protect him from whatever they’re truly capable of. If I said no, they’d take it out on Michael, I know they would.

He takes a moment to respond. Taking me in from top to bottom and squeezing back a non-verbal response before speaking. With more understanding than I initially thought he’d be capable of granting, he nods, brings our hands up to his lips to ghost them over my knuckles and finally lets out a soft 'okay' with a gentle smile only meant for me. I mirror the sweetness in his face back, until the moment is interrupted.

“Well that’s just adorable.” David snorted, all too eager to have our attention not on each other.

“But if you’re finished I’d like to get back to the date you just agreed to.” He directed impatiently.

“Fine, but there are some ground rules we need to establish first.” I said.

“Oh?” questioned David. He seemed amused by my answer, curiosity slipping through at what I could possibly come up with.

“First, no kissing or inappropriate touching-”

Paul cut me off to complain, “damn babe, those are all my go-to moves.”

Dwayne swiftly takes it upon himself to reprimand the wild blonde with an elbow to the side and a ‘shut up Paul’. While said blonde untangles his arm from the taller man's shoulders to soothe his aching side with a look of exasperation, like he’d been completely put out by the interaction.

“Ow, I was only kinda kidding. You can’t hit me like that man, you know I'm sensitive.” He croaked out in a very childlike manner accompanied by a pouty bottom lip. I wouldn’t be surprised if he actually got into the fetal position next with how dramatic of a person he seemed to be. In a different circumstance I would’ve found the exchange funny and how close the two are adorable.

Instead of dwelling, I decided to continue. “Second, we won’t be going anywhere private, we’ll be in public the whole time. Third, no threatening or hurting Michael for any reason. No matter what happens on our ‘date’ you don’t get to do anything to him.” Emphasizing date with a quick eye roll. I may have agreed to this but I don’t have to be happy about it.

Michael let out a small chuckle from my right before he leaned down to whisper in my ear “My hero.” I try my best to hold back the smile threatening to sneak its way past my serious demeanor but it’s useless and I crack. I can never seem to hold myself back when it comes to Michael, he pulls every part of me to the forefront, good or bad, he always embraces it with open arms and a warm smile.

“Is that all or do you have any more demands princex?” Marko piped in, once again directing our attention towards the boys in front of us.

“That’s all for now, but if I think of any more I’ll be sure to let you know promptly.” I finish with faux nicety and the sweetest smile I can muster.

Pulling a sarcastic laugh from him followed by an even more sarcastic “Can’t wait.”

It seems Marko and I will be having the most lively time together on our date, if we don’t kill each other first.

This time, I hear a genuine laugh come from the same curly headed boy. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.”

I’m baffled at the comment. His joyous response sounded like it was directed at my previous thought, one I definitely thought to myself and didn’t voice aloud.

“Wait, I didn’t say anything. How-”

Paul decides to answer me first. “We've got all kinds of tricks we can show you baby”, with an additional cheeky grin thrown my way.

While David finishes with a “but we’ll save that for next time. We’ll meet back here tomorrow night where we usually park the bikes, right after sunset. Don’t be late.” He looks between Michael and I as the quartet begin to make their leave. Each boy giving their own version of a goodbye with waves and ‘catch ya laters’ till they’ve vanished from underneath the boardwalk back towards the stairs.

“So…we should probably get home and maybe figure out what the hell you just agreed to.” Michael announces after a bout of silence following the departure.

After Michael drives us back home, he seems to be in a better mood than I expected. He’s acting like his old self again, not letting go of my hand or some part of my body since we arrived. The truth coming out makes him much more at ease, which I can appreciate. The rest of the family noticed his sudden presence at the dinner table with stunned expressions, Sam even commenting ‘what were you dying for moms lasagna or something bud?’ as Lucy shoo’s that off with a wave of her hand and says she’s happy to see everyone together again for dinner with a beaming smile along her face, quickly changing the topic to grandpa’s aversion to giving him an overdue haircut.

Later on, Michael and I found ourselves in the bedroom we share. After a lengthy discussion of the night to come and having to only calm him down a couple of times from leaving to find the boys again and telling them to fuck off, we agree on sticking it out just for tomorrow. After the dates I tell them it won’t work and we can put this mess behind us, hopefully. The matter of Michael being a bloodthirsty creature of the night has yet to be discussed.

“I still don’t like this plan, just so we’re clear.” He proceeds to tell me one final time as we start to lay down to sleep with a few hours of darkness left cloaking the sky before dawn breaks.

“We don’t have any other options…unless one of your new special tricks includes time travel to before you met them.” I jokingly tack on as I cuddle further into his side.

He releases a light chuckle while rubbing my back soothingly. “Sadly no, that’s not in my abilities.”

“It’ll be okay.” I say, not certain if it’s more for his sake or my own. He silently agrees with a kiss to my forehead and a soft goodnight as we both fall asleep in the comfort of this small window of time we have together.

Michael and I silently wake up just hours before we would need to leave, having mostly slept the day away together. As dusk quickly approaches, getting ready seemed an easier task than I initially anticipated. He showers after me and dresses in his usual attire of blue jeans, t-shirt, sneakers, and his newly acquired leather jacket that I can’t help but start to like the more I see him in it. While I put on a nice tank top, black jean shorts, and sneakers, dressing fairly casual but also something I would wear on a date with Michael. My outfit showed a bit more skin due to the heat.

He gives me a once over before asking ‘Is that new?’ as he points to my top. I nod with a look of ‘yeah why?’ and he only shakes his head back before answering, “nothing, you just look nice…and not to sound like a jealous boyfriend but…I can’t say i’m happy seeing you wear something new for them.”

“Hey I can chan-”

“No.” He stops me before I begin. “Like I said you look good and I’ll just have to get over the fact that they’re getting to be with you tonight and not me, when all I want to do now is rip your outfit to shreds and toss you back in that bed till morning.” He says, as he grabs my hips pulling me into a heated kiss. Only allowing himself to pull back as I’m gasping for air.

“Very tempting offer.” I breathlessly snicker while running my hands through his thick head of curls. He pulls me back in for one more peck and reluctantly drags me along to the front door so we can head out.

We arrive at the boardwalk and Michael parks his bike exactly where David said they’d be, watching the crowd go by and laughing amongst themselves till we’ve made our way into the group beside them as they take notice. Michael helps me off his bike as we stand in front of them, hands still intertwined.

David looks at us like it’s cute we’re still trying to hold up some type of front to the situation, and I guess in a way he’s right, they have the upper hand.

Surprisingly Marko is the first to speak, “And here I thought you were dreading going out with us, but by the looks of that outfit I’d say you were trying to put on a show, feel free to show off even more skin if you’d like.” It takes everything in my body to stay calm because I know that comment is only meant to get a rise out of me. I won’t give him the satisfaction.

After I take a soothing breath I reply, “It’s hot outside and I’d rather not keel over from overheating, that’s all.”

He leans closer with a smirk and gives a half-hearted “whatever you say sweetheart”, before leaning back and giggling like school girls about it with Paul. I simply roll my eyes and turn my attention back to David.

“Let’s go.” He announces to the group as we all start to follow his lead. Dwayne walks in stride with Michael and I, sandwiching me between them, with Marko and Paul tailing behind us. I decide to chance it and look at Dwayne as he leans down towards me, not breaking eye contact for even a moment as we continue to walk. “Don’t let him get to you, he just likes to ruffle feathers. But for what it’s worth, you look lovely.” His lips lift into a half smile, half smirk once he notices the heat rising to my cheeks at the complement. I attempt to brush it off with a quick ‘thanks’ and steal a glance at Michaels now taut jaw and lingering gaze on us. I turn my attention forward as Dwayne’s hand coyly slides up my waist and is gone again before I even have time to register it as he picks up his pace to step in time with David. Michael lets out a scoff and pulls me closer to his side by our joined hands.

David walked us to a section of restaurants with outdoor seating we could all gather at, choosing a wooden picnic bench for us. Michael and I are sitting on one bench with the two natural blondes and brunette sitting on the other, while David decides to grab a lone chair from a different table and pull it up on the side so he’s seated at the ‘head’ of the table.

“So how is this going to work exactly? Are we all doing this together or…?” I decide to voice my curiosity before the conversation inevitably gets side tracked or leads to another argument.

All eyes turn to David as he fills me in. “We’ll each take you out individually - Dwayne’s first.” Nodding his head in the direction of his friend. My own gaze found its way back to his dark brown eyes, that same smile from earlier plastered on. In that moment a wave of familiarity washed over me, like I’ve gotten lost in those eyes a million times before and would continue to do so for as long as I’d be allowed to stare into them. Like how it feels to look into Michaels.

Michael.

Remembering he’s sitting right next to me I shake the previous thoughts away and proceed to stand to meet Dwayne on the other side so we can get this night started already.

But I freeze in my tracks as it suddenly occurs to me that Michael will be all alone with the other boys for the rest of the evening, and the thought of him being tormented and teased about this situation he has no control over sends a pang of guilt through me. I decide I have to try and ease some of the tension, if I can.

“Wait- before we go I have another condition to add.”

David leans back in his chair with a raised brow, gloved fingers tapping along the table. “Yes?”

“If this is going to work you can’t be at each other's throats the whole time I'm gone. Michael told me that he barely knows anything about any of you and vice versa, so while I'm on each date the rest of you are going to stay here and get to know each other - like real friends.”

“What?”

“I’m serious, you’re not going to sit here all night and fuck with my boyfriend behind my back, I’m not asking.” I try to muster up as much confidence in my words as I'm sure David actually has naturally coursing through him. He only ponders what I've said momentarily before giving a strained smile that doesn’t exactly meet his eyes and mutters out a quick ‘sure’. Looking towards the others that slowly nod along in agreement - even if their faces say otherwise.

Now feeling better about leaving, I let Dwayne lead the way out of the seating area towards the crowds of people scattered along the boardwalk for whatever he had planned.

Michael turns back to the remaining boys seated with him after staring daggers into Dwayne's back before the two completely disappear from sight. He speaks up before the others can, to get the ball rolling. “Okay so…where should we start?” He sends them each a questioning glance.

David stares back with the most incredulous look he can muster, like he couldn’t believe he was actually going through with the ‘getting to know each other idea’. After a minute a mocking smile takes over his face.

“Yeah…” He draws out. “We’re not doing that.” He says with little room for push back.

Michael crosses his arms over his chest and nods his head in a similar mocking manner, amused by the reply. “You’ve got a lot to learn, they’ll come back and expect a full report on what we talked about, want specifics to make sure you followed through on your promise.”

“We’ll make something up.” David again says matter of factly.

Michael scoffs. “They’ll be able to tell if i’m lying, how do you think I ended up in this situation in the first place? I wasn’t able to keep what you did to me a secret.” The other boys may not want to participate in this but he’d be damned if he got into trouble for not at least trying to play nice.

“Alright, fine. I particularly enjoyed watching you get your ass chewed out in front of half the boardwalk last night. It was the highlight of my week.” David faux relents, like he’s shared intimate knowledge of himself only few know and pretends as if a weight has been lifted from his shoulders with a content sigh. Stifled giggles from the terror twins echo in the background.

“You know what, the only one you’re hurting is yourself. Keep it up and they’ll want nothing to do with you. Which will be the highlight of my life.”

Silence followed Michaels statement as the two were now sat in a heated staring match. The tension in the air rapidly increased as neither one backed down. If looks could kill they’d both be six feet under. Even the blondes, who hadn’t said a word since the conversation began, were forced into an awkward stillness watching the interaction unfold, waiting for the underlying hostility to bubble over.

Paul decides someone has to try and mediate before this gets any uglier and, more importantly, his turn for a date is possibly soured by the oldest and newest member of their pack coming to blows. In his opinion the best way to deal with this would be to let them fight it out, but he knows the night can’t end with them covered in blood, scratches, and bite marks - unless they’re fucking.

All eyes are suddenly shifted to Paul as he clears his throat obnoxiously. “Uhhh…my favorite band is Mötley Crüe.” He says with a bright smile, proud that it actually worked since the boys' body languages were all seeming to relax.

Marko, good naturedly, pats Paul on the back as an ‘attaboy’ for the attempt.

As Dwayne and I continue walking through the boardwalk I feel one of his hands graze my lower back and rest there. I quickly snatch his wrist and pull it in front of me.

“I said no touching.” I admonish. Before I can drop it, he seizes the opportunity to grab my hand instead.

“I was only trying to guide you, but you’re right this way is better so we don’t get separated.”

“Right…” I probably should have put up more of a fight, but the crowd is double the size of last night's and we could easily lose each other. Not that I really believe his reason for wanting to hold my hand is so noble. I let it slide anyways.

We make small talk about movies and music as we venture through different stalls. Anytime he asks me a question I have to mentally prepare myself before answering. His intense gaze makes me apprehensive, it's like he’s enraptured by every word and I’m nervous if what I'm saying is even adequate. He hasn’t been judgemental yet, so I let his deep baritone put me at ease when he responds to something I’ve said.

He pulls us to a stop in front of an ice cream shop claiming it's the best in town and we should get some. After ordering and him paying for both of ours, we head towards the other side to lean against the railing while we eat. He watches as I dig out a spoonful of the sweet treat to taste. My eyes go wide from the first bite. He wasn’t kidding about how good it is and he seemed proud of himself once I told him exactly that.

After a few mouthfuls of his own, he silently gestures towards his cup asking if I’d like to try the flavor he had and I nod in agreement. He dips his spoon in and holds it to my mouth for me to try. I squint at it before making eye contact with him and before I can even get a word out he’s anticipated why I won't try it.

“You’re not cheating on Michael by tasting my ice cream.”

“No, but I’m not trying to swap spit by sharing a spoon.” I decline, while gently pushing his arm towards his own face to eat it and he does so with a chuckle.

He relents and allows me to try it with my own spoon. I, in turn, make him the same offer with my cup of ice cream.

Instead, he takes his thumb and swipes it across the corner of my mouth before bringing it back to his own and sucking on the digit.

“Pretty good.” He says casually.

I’m in shock as my whole body is set aflame from the intimate moment. He grants me a small mercy by not acknowledging how much it affected me. I proceed to eat the rest in silence knowing if I look him in the eye or, god forbid, try and have a conversation after that I’d be a stuttering mess.

He takes the lead once more by throwing out our trash and grabbing my hand to help me off the railing.

“Let’s check out a few pop up booths, there might be something there you like.” He says as he walks us in that direction.

“Like clothes and stuff?” I ask. I haven’t really explored the boardwalk before so I don’t know much about what they have or the best places to shop.

“Yeah, that’s usually where we pick something up if we need new clothes, that’s where Marko gets all his patches because they’re…cheap.”

“Do you even own a shirt?” I jest. “Because I’ve only ever seen you in just that jacket.”

He looks back at me with amusement in his eyes.

“I do, but the clean up from a night out is much easier without one.”

I give him a weary look and he tenses slightly like he said something he probably shouldn’t have.

“Do I want to know what that means?”

He shakes his head at me, “no, probably not.”

“Let’s just keep the conversation light for now.” I suggest, hoping not to dive into anything too heavy. I’ve enjoyed the mostly chill atmosphere so far and hope it can stay that way.

“Deal”, he says as he gives me a genuine smile as we continue on our way.

🖤 Taglist 🖤

@britany1997 @faefairi3 @princessmads1820 @1nternetvampire @itsyoboysparkel @nataliewalker93 @thelostone91 @misslavenderlady @ursatanicbunny @warrior-616 @charlizekkelly @ghoulgeousimmaculate @sidefanficaccounttohidemyshame @the-faceless-bride @wickedsandwich08 @palomam18 @walt25 @phantomenby @dwaynesbiboyfriend @crustyraccoon @vampirefilmlover @certified-ghostbuster @ofmenanduhhhwellmen @solobagginses @asdorlia @besas-stuff @kathylee2003 @notfoundfootage @milfsrcool @queen-bunny @imacollasaltitan @midnight-shadow-va

#bloodywickedvamp #the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #michael emerson #michael emerson x reader #poly lost boys x reader #poly!lost boys x reader #tlb 1987 #lost boys x gn reader #david tlb #paul tlb #dwayne tlb #marko tlb #michael tlb #michael emerson x gn reader #x gn reader #the lost boys x gn reader

401 notes · View notes

rosemariiaa · 3 months ago

Text

~Holding On~

˖˙ ᰋ ── pairing- Paige x Azzi

˖˙ ᰋ ── rosie’s note: not really much to say.. but this was kind of sad to write. I’m taking requests for a while until I start on something new , so send what you want to read lovelies 💌

˖˙ ᰋ ── request: • can u write pazzi oneshot where paige has thanatophobia and has panic attack and azzi id there to comfort her •

˖˙ ᰋ ── theme: fear of dying

enjoy!!!

The apartment was quiet, but inside Paige’s head, it felt anything but. Her breathing was shallow, erratic—her hands trembling as her mind spiraled down a dark, endless tunnel. The walls felt like they were closing in on her, the fear wrapping itself around her chest like a vice. She was trying to keep it together, but it was slipping, all of it slipping.

She couldn’t stop thinking about it. The end. That moment when everything just… stops. What if it came sooner than she thought? What if she wasn’t ready? What if she left everything and everyone behind?

Her chest tightened, her heartbeat thrumming too fast, too loud. She pressed her back against the cool wall of her room, gasping for air that didn’t seem to reach her lungs. The world felt like it was fading, like she was falling, and she couldn’t stop it.

Azzi wasn’t supposed to come over tonight. Paige had tried to be normal during practice, tried to laugh and joke like always. But the moment she was alone, it crept back in. And now it was suffocating her. Somehow, through the fog of her thoughts, she heard her phone buzz. Azzi. She didn’t have the strength to answer it.

Then, the door opened. Paige’s breathing hitched when she heard Azzi’s voice, soft but concerned. “Paige? You didn’t answer my texts. You okay?”

Azzi’s eyes immediately landed on Paige, crumpled on the floor, her knees pulled to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around herself as if trying to hold her body together.

“Oh my God, Paige,” Azzi whispered, rushing to her side.

Paige couldn’t even speak. She could barely breathe. She felt a cold sweat trickling down her spine, her vision swimming. Her mind was racing, chaotic and frantic, screaming things she couldn’t control.

Azzi dropped to her knees beside Paige, her own panic rising, but she pushed it down. She needed to be strong right now. Gently, she cupped Paige’s face in her hands, forcing her to meet her eyes. “Hey, hey… I’m right here. You’re okay. Breathe with me, okay?”

Paige’s eyes were wide, unfocused, but she tried to latch onto Azzi’s voice. It was like a lifeline, a rope pulling her from the deep end, but it was hard. Everything was hard.

“I can’t,” Paige managed to choke out, her voice raw, broken. “I can’t… Azzi, I… it’s like… I can’t stop thinking about it. I feel like I’m going to die. I— “You’re not going to die,” Azzi said firmly, though her voice cracked with emotion. She wrapped her arms around Paige, pulling her close, holding her as tightly as she could. “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

Paige’s body shook as she collapsed into Azzi’s embrace, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Azzi held her, one hand stroking her hair, the other rubbing circles on her back. She didn’t say anything for a while, just let Paige cry, let her panic run its course. The weight of the fear was crushing, suffocating.

“I’m scared,” Paige finally whispered, her voice so small it almost broke Azzi’s heart.

“I know, baby. I know,” Azzi whispered back. “But you’re not alone. I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

They sat like that for what felt like hours, the weight of Paige’s fear slowly lifting, little by little. Her breathing started to even out, though the trembling in her hands remained. She could feel Azzi’s heartbeat against her own chest, steady, grounding her in a way she hadn’t thought was possible.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Azzi asked quietly, her fingers still running through Paige’s hair.

Paige didn’t answer at first. She didn’t know where to begin, how to explain what it felt like to be so terrified of the end—so terrified of something inevitable. Finally, she whispered, “I think about it all the time. About dying. About not being here anymore. It’s like this… weight. I try to ignore it, but sometimes it just… it takes over. And tonight, I just—” Her voice broke, and she clutched Azzi tighter. “It’s too much.”

Azzi closed her eyes, trying to keep herself from crying. She hated seeing Paige like this, so vulnerable, so scared. “You don’t have to go through this alone,” she said softly. “I know it feels like you’re carrying it all by yourself, but I’m here. Always.”

“I don’t want to lose you,” Paige whispered, her voice barely audible.

“You won’t,” Azzi said, her voice fierce, determined. “You’re stuck with me, okay? Forever, if I have anything to say about it.” Paige gave a shaky laugh, though it was more out of exhaustion than amusement. “Forever, huh?”

“Forever,” Azzi confirmed, leaning down to press a kiss to Paige’s forehead. “We’re in this together.”

Paige nodded, her breathing slowly returning to normal. She didn’t feel okay, not completely. The fear was still there, lurking in the back of her mind, but it felt… manageable, at least for now. With Azzi holding her, it didn’t feel like it was swallowing her whole.

“I love you,” Paige whispered, her voice soft and fragile.

Azzi’s heart swelled, and she kissed the top of Paige’s head again, pulling her even closer. “I love you too. And I’m going to be here, no matter how hard it gets. You don’t have to be scared alone.”

They stayed like that, tangled together on the floor, the world outside their small apartment fading away. For now, it was just the two of them, holding onto each other through the storm. And for the first time in a long time, Paige didn’t feel quite so afraid.

————-

tags: @thaatdigitaldiary @patscorner 💌

#asks ❣︎#pazzi #azzi fudd #paige bueckers #paige x azzi #rosie fics #rosie’s works 🎧⋆｡ °⋆

144 notes · View notes

morningsharksworld · 6 days ago

Note

Imagine Hazard being slightly jealous that Reader, who he's been flirting with for a while. Was ogling someone who was flexing and decided to flex real quick to get their attention back.

(I need to see this man flex look at hiimmm)

Show Off

A/N: Thank you anon for making me go insane in the middle of this and still manage to write him a bit flustered because I couldn’t help myself, I hope you enjoy this one as much as I did :’]

Summary: a battle of peacocks what more is there to say?

The tavern buzzed with its usual noise: off-key singing from the corner, the clinking of mugs, and hearty laughter. You were perched at the bar beside Hazard, who had been in his usual form—leaning lazily on the counter, tossing out his sharp wit and charm as if it were currency.

It was easy to fall into his rhythm, though tonight your attention had slipped. Across the room, someone had started flexing, their biceps bulging as they posed for a small, admiring crowd. It wasn’t often you saw such blatant peacocking, and the display had caught your eye for a moment too long.

Hazard noticed. Of course, he did.

His golden eyes narrowed as he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a thick mutter. “Ach, really now? That’s what’s got yer attention? Some overgrown lump flexin’ like he’s auditionin’ for a bloody statue garden?”

You blinked and turned to him, caught off guard by the irritation in his tone. “What?”

He gave you a look, tilting his head toward the flexing stranger. “Cannae believe it. I’ve been sittin’ here spinnin’ gold fer ye, an’ yer too busy starin’ at that. Ye’d think I was invisible.”

A laugh bubbled out of you before you could stop it. “Wait—are you jealous?”

The word hit him like a thunderbolt. His smug grin faltered, his cheeks flushing a faint but unmistakable red. He straightened up immediately, crossing his arms over his chest. “Jealous? Me? Dinnae be ridiculous sweetheart.”

“Oh, you’re jealous” you teased, leaning closer to him with a sly grin. “You saw me looking at someone else, and now you’re sulking.”

“I am no’sulking!” he shot back, though the red creeping up to the tips of his ears betrayed him. He turned his head away, muttering something about “daft ideas” under his breath.

“Hazard” you said sweetly, drawing his attention back. “If you want my attention, all you have to do is ask.”

He stared at you, his mouth opening as if to fire back a retort—but no words came. Instead, he blinked, his flustered expression only deepening. “I don’t—ye cannae just—” He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his dark hair. “Yer impossible, ye ken that?”

“And yet here you are, proving my point more” you teased, leaning back with a satisfied smirk.

Hazard scowled, though there was no real heat behind it. “Fine, then” he said, his voice tinged with stubborn pride. “If ye think yon flexin’ fool’s impressive, I’ll remind ye why ye should keep yer eyes right where they belong.”

“Oh, this should be good” you replied, unable to suppress your grin.

He stood up, rolling his shoulders with exaggerated nonchalance as he shed his jacket, letting it fall onto the back of the chair. His shirt clung just right, emphasizing the lean strength of his frame as he stretched. When he reached up to run a hand through his hair, his muscles flexed just a little more than necessary.

“Ach, been a while since I’ve had tae bother showin’ off” he drawled, shooting you a sidelong glance. “Still reckon I’ve got more tae offer than yon poser.”

“Hazard” you said, barely holding back laughter. “Are you seriously flexing to prove a point?”

He froze for a fraction of a second, then turned to you with his trademark grin, though the flush on his face hadn’t faded. “What? Dinnae act like ye’re no’ impressed, lass. I’ve seen the way yer eyes wander when I stretch.”

You arched an eyebrow, lips twitching. “So you have been paying attention, huh? Almost like you were… jealous?”

His bravado cracked for just a moment, his golden eyes flicking away as he mumbled, “I wasnae jealous. Just—ye know—remindin’ ye where yer loyalty should lie.”

“Hazard” you said softly, leaning in close enough that your voice dropped to a near whisper. “You’re adorable when you’re flustered.”

That did it. His entire face went red as he took a half-step back, coughing into his fist to mask his embarrassment. “Aye, well… don’t get used tae it” he muttered, glaring at the floor.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound finally breaking the tension. “Alright, alright” you said, resting a hand on his arm. “I’ll stop teasing… for now.”

“Good” he replied gruffly, though he refused to meet your eyes.

For a moment, the two of you sat in silence, the noise of the tavern filling the space. Then Hazard glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, his grin slowly returning. “Adorable, am I? Sweetheart, ye’ve got no idea what ye’re in for.”

“Oh?” you replied, your own smile widening. “Care to prove it?”

His golden eyes gleamed as he stood straighter, his confidence slipping back into place like a second skin. “Aye” he said, offering you his hand. “Let’s take this outside. Ye’ll nae be lookin’ at anyone else after this.”

And just like that, Hazard was back in control—at least, as much as you were willing to let him be.

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #hazard overwatch #overwatch imagens #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #hazard x reader #request #request open #fav request #make him your dog #literally

60 notes · View notes

minxmut-cafe · 26 days ago

Text

Cracked Mirror

Pairing : YANDERE Jungkook x reader

Genre : YANDERE Modern Au.

Word count : 670 words

Authors note : Hello everyone!! I hope you enjoy this short fic about bunny boy lolol. I also have a Kofi page so go ahead and check it out and help support my goals!!

Summary :

“In the glamorous yet dangerous world of idols, a secret relationship faces its first crack. Jealousy turns tables, revealing just how deep Jungkook's obsession truly runs.”

The dull hum of the dressing room's fluorescent lights filled the quiet space. Jungkook sat in his chair, his reflection glaring back at him from the mirror. His eyes, dark and calculating, flickered to you as you worked on touching up his makeup.

Your hands were steady, but your silence was deafening. He’d noticed it from the moment you walked in, the way you avoided his gaze, the way your usual small talk had dried up.

“Something wrong, baby?” Jungkook’s voice was soft, yet it carried an edge that made your stomach churn.

You hesitated, dabbing the sponge against his jawline. “Nothing,” you muttered, lying through your teeth.

He smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You’re a terrible liar.”

You sighed, stepping back and pretending to focus on your tools. The truth was, you’d seen the fan cam circulating on Twitter earlier that morning. It was innocent, of course—Jungkook smiling brightly at a fan during a meet-and-greet, leaning a little too close for comfort as she giggled and tucked her hair behind her ear.

You knew it was his job to be friendly, charming, approachable. But knowing that didn’t stop the ugly, twisting feeling in your chest.

Jungkook turned in his chair, grabbing your wrist gently but firmly, forcing you to look at him. His doe eyes narrowed slightly. “You’re jealous,” he said, almost as if the realization delighted him.

You scoffed, trying to pull away, but his grip tightened ever so slightly. “I’m not jealous. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Oh, you are,” he purred, standing now, towering over you. “You think I didn’t notice the way you’ve been ignoring me all morning?”

You glared up at him, the dam finally breaking. “Maybe I’m just tired of watching you flirt with everyone else!” The words came out sharper than you intended, but you couldn’t take them back now.

Jungkook’s expression darkened. His grip on your wrist loosened, only for his hands to slide up your arms and cage you against the counter. “Flirting?” he repeated, his voice low, dangerous.

“You heard me,” you spat, anger bubbling to the surface. “You’re always smiling at them, leaning in like—like—”

“Like I’m yours?” he interrupted, tilting his head.

Your breath hitched.

“You are mine,” he continued, his tone soft yet menacing. “Every smile, every look, every word I give them—it’s nothing compared to what I give you.” His fingers brushed your jaw, forcing your gaze to meet his.

“Then why does it feel like I’m just another one of them?” you whispered, tears prickling your eyes.

His expression softened for a brief moment, only for something darker to take its place. “Because you’re forgetting something important.”

“What?”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “No one will ever have me the way you do. And if you doubt that again…” He trailed off, his lips curling into a smirk as he pulled back to look at you. “Let’s just say I’ll have to remind you who I really belong to. And who you belong to.”

You swallowed hard, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver down your spine.

Before you could respond, a knock on the door shattered the tension.

“Jungkook, five minutes!”

He didn’t even glance at the door. Instead, his eyes stayed locked on yours as he placed a feather-light kiss on your forehead.

“Wait for me after the show,” he murmured. “We’re not done here.”

#bts smut #bts x reader #park jimin #jimin smut #namjoon #bts army #fluff #bts jin #bts jungkook #fantasy #jungkook #jungkook x reader #bts #jungkook x y/n #jealousy

47 notes · View notes

jjunieworld · 11 months ago

Text

── meet cute `🪄` . ִ ֗

pairing: kang taehyun x gn!reader

genre: fluff fluff fluff, strangers to ???, magician!taehyun, some crack ??? idk

synopsis: you had a thought and a dream, you were going to be a magician. so you did what one who wants to be a magician does next, you went to a magic store. and what did you do? accidentally knock over a shelf of bang snaps and came face to face with an actual magician.

word count: 1k┊v-day event masterlist┊masterlist

a/n: part four of my v-day event! cute and short little drabble after that heavy and angsty ass beomgyu oneshot! that episode of academy reincarnation really ignited a light in me. y/n also really reminds me of that one scene of rachel mcadams in the hot chick lmao.. i hope you enjoy! ♡

all your life you only wanted only one thing: to have magical powers. unfortunately, this was the real world. so, you had to do the next best thing—become a magician.

that’s how you ended up in the magic shop out in the outskirts of your town—the star seeker’s magical emporium—wandering up and down the aisles aimlessly. your fingers trailed along the various items. from cliché magical wands to stuff for making things “disappear,” this store had it all.

you were lost in your thoughts, thinking of how you could use all the items you saw when your eyes had caught on a product claiming that it could make you bend metal. in your distracted state, your legs had kept moving and in turn, you ran straight into the display of bang snaps.

the display and open boxes fell to the floor, loud snapping and sparks everywhere. you had jumped back in shock, a loud gasp coming from your lips, when an employee ran over with wide eyes. “oh my god… oh my god, i’m so—so sorry!” you sputtered, turning your attention to the employee.

he was wearing one of those stereotypical magician costumes, the ones with the top hat, cape, and tailored tailcoat. his gloved white hand held a thick, plastic looking wand. his dark hair was styled to the side out of his eyes. if it weren’t for the deep embarrassment and your face heating up, you would remark to yourself on how cute he was.

you got down to the floor as you began trying to clean everything up. “oh, it’s okay! don’t worry about it…” the employee said as he got down to help you. you looked at his name tag. taehyun.

“i completely destroyed the display, oh my god! how much does it all cost?” you asked as the two of you got everything cleaned up. you got to your feet at the same time he did, wiping the palms of your hands on your jeans. taehyun waved a hand in the air, “it’s really no problem! nobody really buys those things anyways except the kids who come in once in a blue moon.”

taehyun waved his plastic wand in the air and you chuckled. “see? abracadabra! now it’s like none of it ever happened!” he gave you a big smile as you returned the favor. “really? thank you so much!” you exclaimed. he rolled back and forth onto his tiptoes for a moment. “is there anything else i can help you with?” taehyun asked.

you hummed for a moment in thought, “no… but you work here! can you show me any magic tricks?” taehyun scoffed playfully, “can i show you any magic tricks… follow me!” he led you back to the counter and made his way behind it as he dug into the cash register.

taehyun pulled out a quarter and held it up in the air to show you. “watch as i make this quarter… disappear!” he beamed as he waved his other hand in front of the quarter. your eyes widened in shock, a smile creeping its way onto your lips as he held both of his hands up in the air. they were both empty.

“let me guess, it’s it your glove?” you said with a smug smile. you had watched hours of magic videos on the internet and knew just about every trick there was. taehyun shook his head, chuckling, “that’s for amateurs, i’m the real deal!”

he reached behind your ear, his hand brushing against the side of your neck and sending a shiver down your spine. you heard a slight “ding!” sound as taehyun pulled his hand back, quarter sitting in it. with raised eyebrows and a smile still on his face, he presented it to you.

smiling, you crossed your arms across your chest. “okay, okay! but i want something cooler!” taehyun’s smile turned to a smirk and he leaned over the counter towards you. “alright… but for this one i’m gonna need your id, please!” you playfully furrowed your eyebrows at him and reached into your bag.

when you got your id out of your wallet, you slid it over to him on the counter and taehyun grabbed it, doing a little spin in the process. you laughed at his display and he smiled at you. “are you ready… y/n?” taehyun asked as he glanced down at your id and you nodded eagerly.

taehyun did a little show of waving his hand in front of your id, making it disappear and reappear. his eyebrows raised slightly as he held it up in front of you, eyes shining, before flicking the card quickly. with wide eyes, you held your hand over your mouth as your id turned into a small white card you didn’t see him grab.

he slid the card across to you on the counter, then waved his hand over it so your id was next to it. taehyun gave you a shy smile. you grabbed the white card from the counter and turned it over. it had his name and number written on it. grinning from ear to ear you looked back up at him.

“let me take you to dinner sometime? i can show you way better magic tricks than this… the store kind of limits me,” taehyun asked, looking away from your eyes briefly. you giggled and nodded at his proposal. “are you free tonight?” you asked him, placing the two cards back in your wallet.

taehyun chuckled and nodded, scratching the back of his head and making his top hat fall into his eyes ever so slightly. “i am, it’s a date! i’ll see you tonight!”

permanent taglist: @jjunberry @gothgyuu @spooksh0wbabe @beargyuuzz @kittyhyuka @dani-is-tired @soobieboobiedoobiedaboobie @rapmonie2047 @riaawr

v-day event masterlist┊masterlist┊request rules

218 notes · View notes

suffermaze · 11 months ago

Text

play pretend | joseph quinn

summary: Stranger Things comes to its last season and Joseph is your co-star. It's the last scene of the day, you were doing fine until now. But it was a pretty intense moment and it's hard to keep focus when the boy's lips are close to your neck. 2k.

It was the last scene of the day. And you were pretty exhausted. Even though it was easy and actually fun to share the screen with Joseph, who turned everything lighter and enjoyable, all you wanted to do was go home and get some sleep. But you needed to hold on just a little bit more.

It was pretty intense, this last scene, and you needed to stay focused just a little more, but it started to get harder and harder due to your tiredness and Eddie characterization. At this point, he “came back to life” as Kaz, confirming all the fan theories and headcanons. That meant he was like some kind of vampire. Everytime he smiled you could see his fangs and scars covering his chest.

You couldn’t help thinking it was... hot. Like, so, so hot.

You needed to act scared, and thank god you were a really good actress, because you couldn’t think of anything else other than how stunning he was. Your eyes travelling through his whole body.

“Hey… you ok?” his raspy voice takes you out of your own thoughts, and only then you notice how long you've been staring at him with a stupid face.

“What? nothing.” you swallow hard, giggling out of nervousness, and he doesn't believe you, not even for a second “I’m just… trying to remember my part.”

“oh, don't worry, you're doing amazing darling.” he says with a warm smile and a soft voice that almost feels like it's hugging you, and all you can do is nod as you smile back, your cheeks getting warm too, not sure if he was just being nice, cause he was actually a gentleman, or if there was something… more.

You don't have much time to think deeply about it, though. Or saty anything back to him. Because the director gets back to his seat and shouts to everyone to get to their places.

You were ready to go on your own when Joseph takes your hand and guides you to your marks, and suddenly you get embarrassed of the camera, because you feel everyone was looking at the way your hands were intertwined. And he notices how you seemed away, that's why he squeezes your palm as an attempt to reassure you one more time, before you hear the directors voice's loudly again.

“And ACTION! Whenever you’re ready.”

You take a deep breath and look into those big chocolate puppy eyes. And you feel safe. He’s waiting for you to be prepared, waiting for you to lead the scene, he wouldn't start until you said so, and you nod as a sign.

It’s almost scary the way he turns so fast to something else. You knew he was good at his job, for real, but witnessing it so close was completely different. His eyes getting darker. You weren’t aware that was something actually real, that someone could actually do that kind of thing, and it seems so easy for him to do so.

Then it’s just easy to get along, to get into character and go with him, following his pace now, like you were someone else too.

“Eddie? W-what are you doing?” Your voice cracks a little, and you take a step back, frightened. He looked just like your best friend but something was off.

“Don’t call me that, princess. You know I’m not that freak.” He growls back at you, with a sick smirk on his lips.

A step closer to you, and even though your instincts beg for you to run, you feel frozen, paralyzed. He looks at you up and down, almost like he’s enjoying seeing you so afraid, so vulnerable.

“That’s not funny Eddie, stop. Please.” You beg one more time, your eyes getting cloudy due the tears.

“You know what? You’re starting to piss me off…” He’s close enough now, his breathe against your own, and he looks at you, at every detail of your face, every mole that draws your skin, and he hushs. “Too bad I have to do this to such a pretty, pretty girl…”

He caresses your cheek, tracing his fingers down to your neck and getting your hair out of the way.

And for a second, his eyes slipper to yours and turn soft again, a glance of your sweet boy there once more, a shred of hope.

“Eddie?” you ask one more time, agonizing, praying he could hear you.

“Run.” He says, with his last glance of consciousness, but it’s too late.

His fingers dive into the waves of your hair and he holds tight, pulling it back so your neck gets more exposed.

“Who... who a-are you?” You don’t have any strength to scream or try to escape. You’re horrified, your eyes bursting desperate tears. He smiles, his fangs actually shining when the light hits them, and he dives his teeth to your skin.

And you giggle.

Automatically flinching, you try to hide your neck, and it takes a second for you to notice what just happened. Your eyes get wide open and your cheeks burst into flames.

“CUT! What the heck was that?” You hear the scream, and Joseph lays his forehead on your shoulder as you cover your mouth out of embarrassment. You were so tired you couldn’t control yourself as his touch tickled your skin. And now your swearing every bad word you could think of inside your head, wanting to desapear to the ground.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” you repeated that over and over but when you hear Joseph chuckle, all you can do is laugh too.

“You got to be kidding me…” he shushes, nodding as he raises his eyebrows and looks at you with some joy on his face. He thought it was cute, because, to be honest, what could you do?

“I’m extremely sorry. I… I don’t know what happened to me… can we… can we take five? Please?”

You don’t even wait for a confirmation and just run to your dressing room, praying that you could turn invisible for a moment.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” you repeat uninterruptedly, taking deep breaths and opening your restroom sink, throwing some water to your face with the hope that could wake you up and get you to your senses again. And it seems to be working until you hear the knock at your door.

“I’m almost done, give me just a sec!” You shout through the room, looking your reflex at the mirror as you recompose yourself, but the knock doesn’t go away, and this time it comes accompanied with a sweet voice.

“It’s me, can I come inside?” he asks, seeming a little worried, and you just couldn't say no to him, so you shush a “yes” almost inaudible and he opens the door slowly, entering the room, and immediately closing it behind him.

It takes a sec to any of you to say something. He just stares at you, concerned.

“… you ok?” his voice is so warm that it feels like a cloud envolves your body. Even though you weren't actually ok, he makes you feel better just by saying that.

“Oh, yes, it’s just… I can’t believe myself, we really had it and I ruined it all…” you sigh, disappointed, and pinch the bridge of your nose with your two fingers.

“Hey, hey! Don’t say that. everyone is tired and we understand... you were doing amazing and, you know, we can shoot it over and over again… you don’t have any idea of how many bloopers of me we’re gonna have to watch after the season releases” he laughs, leaning in your direction and looking at you with those big chocolate orbes. You know he’s only saying this to reassure you, to make you feel better, and it works. Actually, he didn’t even need to say anything to make you feel better, but he could always manage to do more.

You felt like you could run away and jump over the highest cliff, because he would catch you, you would be safe. It’s the first time someone made you feel like this in your entire life. You always knew there was something special about that boy.

And the way he was looking at you now, getting closer and closer, just to caress your hair and make you relax, was really… really special…

“It’s ok, really…” he says one more time, and you smile softly, starting to believe him. “I have an idea… we could practice, you know, rehearse that scene so you’ll be prepared to shoot it. what do you think?” For a moment, just a second, he seems shy, vulnerable, and then you are finally sure of what that meant. The way he said it faltering, and looked at you with those big wondering eyes.

All those months shooting together, getting to know each other. The way he looked at you, without hesitation, without looking away not even a single time. And the way he smiled when you always looked back. How he was always close, always joking with you, just to make you laugh, just so he could see your smile.

“yeah, that’s a… that’s a pretty good idea.” you chuckle shyly too, your face heating up, the butterflies dancing inside you. Because you felt the same way.

He smiles, wide open, his face almost shining, and he gets even closer, getting his hand to your neck again, now with a really soft touch, making you shiver, feeling so electric that it seemed like a lightning had just hit you within his skin, through his fingertips.

“Whenever you’re ready.” he jokes, trying the best imitation he could do of the director’s voice, and you roll your eyes at his stupidity. you know he was trying to make you relax, but the way every inch of your body is desiring him make it almost ache.

“Eddie?” you say, your voice sounding a little raspy and aerated because you couldn’t breathe normally, your eyes looking at his under your lashes.

“Don’t run.” Joseph answers, and he smiles at you, his orbes pulling you to him like magnets.

You can’t even say your line back, you just couldn’t breathe properly to your voice to come out. You feel his body getting closer, his face getting closer and closer to yours, the almost nonexistent between you two evaporating.

You stare at him for how long you could, analyzing every single detail that made him himself, just so you could mark the way he was looking at you forever in your head until his lips get to your neck with a gentle kiss. It’s a shock, and you flinch a bit, just because it confirms to you this is real.

You don’t want to laugh this time. On the contrary, you let out a tiny gasp and close your eyes, feeling his warm skin touching yours. His lips tracing its way up your neck, to your jaw, and he stops, just so he could stare at you again, cause he wanted to fix this moment in his mind too.

He holds your face, so carefully you feel you were made of porcelain. Like someone holding the most beautiful flower to ever exist, too afraid to damage its fragile petals. And he kisses you, finally. His lips fit yours so perfectly it almost feels surreal, because it felt like you were designed for each other, like you couldn’t belong to anybody else. It is so soft, the perfect texture, pressure, warmth… Everything was just… perfect.

You’ve waited for this for so long, and you feel so light, almost flying. It sounds cliche, but you’re pretty sure you could hear the fireworks, the ones that you feel exploding inside your chest, like they were actually around you, almost too close… too real…

“Guys? are you there? we need to keep recording!” you hear a muffled voice behind the door, and someone knocking again and again, louder and louder. “guys?”

It takes you two out of that trance, back to reality, and you look into each other’s eyes with such joy you could see the sparkles.

Joseph laughs through the kiss, and hides his face into your neck again. When he looks at you, his face is red like a tomato, and it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen, making you giggle as you bite your lower lip, attempting to hide your smile.

“We’re coming!” You answer, looking away when you start to blush, trying to recompose yourself as you fix your hair and your clothes, even though they remained intact.

“We can do it.” He says, holding your chin with his thumb and making you look at him, raising his eyebrows to emphasize his words. “You can do it. And I’ll be with you the whole time.”

You nod, holding his hand and squeezing it a little, just to make sure that was real, that it actually happened.

And you knew, no matter what, from that day on, he would be with you the whole time.

hello! this is my first time writing in another language and posting something here, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes and I hope you guys understand... anyway, it would be awesome to hear your opnions and I really hope you've enjoyed it!! <3

#eddie munson #joseph quinn #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn fanfiction

177 notes · View notes

zenlesszonezero · 16 days ago

Text

#Zenless Zone Zero #Miyabi #Harumasa #HoYoverse #zzzero #zenlesszonezero #Mobile Game #Anime Game #Gaming

1K notes · View notes

tokiwarcube · 6 months ago

Note

Can we get a scenario or headcanons of maybe Toki and reader washing each others hair? Maybe after sex sweetness? I don’t know but feel like while Toki loves having his hair played with he also super loves playing with a partners hair especially if it’s long like his. I don’t know to me he’s the boyfriend to follow you in the shower whether it involves sex or not lol. I love your writing and have been binging your blog so when you reblogged me earlier I felt like screaming lol!

WAAA, thank you so much my love!! 🐇🤍🐇 You're so sweet -- thank you for the kind words, and the reblogs! (That Pickles interview was such a cool find by the way, holy!)

And we 100% share the same mind on this, haha -- he's so tactile, I feel like he would delight in having you rest on his chest, running his hands through your hair while he yammers on about anything and everything. And he is ABSOLUTELY the type to follow you into the shower, even if it's just to hold you... although he's not complaining if it turns into more.

I had an absolute blast writing this up, gave me all sorts of soft and fuzzy feelings -- thank you for the lovely request! Short and sweet, below the cut. Enjoy! <3

Warm water licks at your sore muscles, almost — but not quite — as tender as the strong hands that scratch gently at your scalp. You hum, content, as you press just a bit further into the arms of your lover, grateful for the large bathtub your paychecks provide. His heart beats slowly beneath your ear, lulling you further into a calm with every breath.

“Ams you going to fall asleep like this?” His voice is low, reverberating pleasantly with how close you’re pressed to him. Your lips upturn, humming again as you drag the blunt of your nails up his sides.

“Maybe.”

His chest shakes with restrained laughter. “It amnst safe to sleep in the bath, you know.”

“I trust you to keep me safe,” you smile, peeling your eyes open to look up at him. And it’s an obvious joke, but deep down, you really do. Not just now in the ever-so-perilous 2 feet of water, but always. Those pretty blue eyes gaze down at you with such a softness, such deeply-rooted adoration, that you think he’d sooner burn the world thrice over before letting anything happen to you.

“And it’s not my fault you’re being so nice.”

His lips upturn further, this time more mischievously.

“Oh?” The hand not tangled in your hair moves from its spot on your waist up further, digits resting coolly over one of the many, many marks he’s left in his wake tonight. “Ams you asking me to be mean?”

You whine out a half-hearted “no,” drawing out your vowels as you hide your face back in his chest. He laughs, moving his hand back to it’s position around your waist and resumes the gentle massage against your scalp. “That’s what I thought.”

It’s quiet for a few moments more as he works the product through your hair, finally carding his hands through your hair to coat the ends of your strands, before gently rinsing it out. You crack your eyes for a moment, spying the plastic Hello Kitty cup in his grip, neon corpsepaint scribbled onto her little face in rainbow sharpie, and smile softly to yourself. That’s your Toki.

He toys with the strands as the conditioner is finally rinsed from your hair, memorizing the feel of you with his hands. It’s only once he places a soft kiss to the top of your head that you muster up the strength to pull yourself up from his hold. You grasp his face in your hands, squishing his cheeks to form a pout, and place a kiss onto his lips yourself.

“C’mere, it’s your turn.”

#might do something longer than this someday -- this is such a good concept waaaa #toki wartooth x reader #metalocalypse x reader #metalocalypse toki x reader #dethklok x reader #dethklok toki x reader

70 notes · View notes

jaefluenza · 5 months ago

Text

Open Arms - Jjh.

fluff, angst

jjh x reader, kun as a bad guy

7,237 words

warning: little suggestive content, small typing

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ; open arms by SZA ft. travis scott

“when you do your best, hell, that’s all you can do. you, me, and anybody else. so they always start talking.”

they were an unlikely pair, at least according to the outside world. people had opinions, as they often do, murmuring about how she was too reserved, too quiet, too damaged. they said he was too good for her, that he could do better, that he was wasting his time on someone who could never fully heal.

but jaehyun didn’t care about any of that. he loved her for who she was, not for who the world thought she should be. he saw the strength in her vulnerability, the beauty in her resilience. he admired the way she faced each day, even the hard ones, with a quiet determination that spoke volumes about the person she was.

there were days when people demanded too much of her, bombarding her with endless conversations that left her drained, quiet, and withdrawn. In those moments, her insecurities loomed like heavy shadows, their grip on her all too real. but jaehyun never wavered. he was there to fill the gaps in her tangled thoughts, effortlessly bridging the silence. all that mattered to him was how their days would end—lost in easy chatter, wrapped up in each other, nestled under her favorite fluffy beige blanket, finding solace in the warmth of their shared moments.

she, in turn, found solace in his steadfastness. He was her anchor, the one person who never wavered, never doubted her. with him, she felt safe in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. and in the safety of his love, she began to heal, little by little, the cracks in her heart slowly mending.

their life together was simple. they didn’t need grand gestures or extravagant gifts. Instead, they found joy in the small things, the everyday moments that others might overlook. they cooked dinner together every night, a ritual that became sacred in its simplicity. he would chop vegetables while she stirred the pot, their movements synchronized like a dance. they talked about their days, about the little things that had made them smile or the challenges they had faced. and when the meal was ready, they would sit together at their tiny kitchen table, enjoying the food and each other’s company in comfortable silence or easy conversation.

“so, here comes my 9,978th question: how’s your day?” he asked, his dimples making an appearance alongside that irresistible smile.

she knew he’d ask—after all, it was their unspoken agreement to check in on each other’s day. “it was good. pretty good,” she replied. “the kids behaved, and i bravely took on a cockroach today. isn’t that impressive?”

he put on an exaggeratedly amazed face—the one that always made her chuckle—as he replied, “oh wow! guess that’s one less task for me, then.”

she twirled her chopsticks, teasingly asking, “and what about you, mr. handsome? did you make all your customers happy today?” of course, he had to dive into the funny stories he’d collected, and just like every evening, their dinner was filled with laughter, lively conversation, and love.

on weekends, they would walk through the park near their apartment, hand in hand, talking about everything and nothing. sometimes they would sit on a bench, watching the world go by, content just to be together. she loved these moments the most, the quiet intimacy of simply being with him, no expectations, no pressure, just the two of them and the world at a distance.

“we’re getting there, i think,” jaehyun mused, a smile tugging at his lips as he gazed out at the panoramic view before them. “with everything we’ve achieved this year, I’m confident enough to say our dream is within reach, babe.”

“you mean the house by the beach?” you teased, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. “you really think it’s possible?”

“yeah, why not?” he turned to you, his eyebrows arching in that reassuring way you loved.

“what about your café? i’ve always adored your barista life. and wouldn’t living by the beach get a bit…boring? we can always visit when we need a little ocean breeze, you know.”

“nothing’s boring when i get to live it with you, hun.” ah, that sweet talk—he always knew just what to say.

he had a way of making even the mundane feel special. he would leave little notes for her to find, simple messages that told her she was loved and appreciated. he made her laugh with his silly antics, like when he would dance around the living room just to see her smile. he brought light into her life in a way that no one else ever had, and for that, she was endlessly grateful.

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

“when no one’s around me, you lost and found me. i was surrounded with open arms. i’m so devoted.”

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

she was the kind of person who carried the weight of her past in her eyes. there was a heaviness in her gaze that spoke of battles fought and wounds still healing. she had known pain, the kind that burrowed deep and left scars, the kind that made her cautious, wary of the world and the people in it.

but jaehyun, with his warm smile and easy laugh, had a way of dissolving the shadows that lingered around her. he was kind in the simplest and purest sense of the word, always ready with a joke to lighten the mood or a comforting word when she needed it most. his presence was like sunlight streaming through a window, illuminating even the darkest corners of her soul. there were days when her past would creep up on her, when the memories would be too much to bear.

“and without him, what would you be?” his words cut like a blade, each one designed to chip away at her confidence. she swore that every time he tried to belittle her like this, she had to hold herself together, fighting not to shatter.

“i won’t let you get into my head, kun,” she shot back, each trembling word feeling like she’d just dodged a bullet. she knew she had to brace herself for these encounters whenever he was around. kun was always difficult, just like her mom, dad, and everyone else who seemed to weigh her down. in a world where she felt surrounded, there was only one person who could be her sanctuary—the one guy she’d never trade, not even for the stars.

"take that back, you douchebag. how many times do I have to tell you to leave her the hell alone?" jaehyun’s voice thundered from behind, cutting through the tension between you and kun. "this is my town, and if you don’t disappear in the next second, I won’t hesitate to call the cops on you. seriously, just fuck off." his words were a roar of pure intimidation, aimed straight at the person she once called her ex—the one who played a role in shaping who she is now.

on those days, jaehyun would hold her close, his arms a refuge from the storm. he didn’t try to fix her, didn’t tell her to move on or get over it. he simply loved her through it, giving her the space to feel whatever she needed to feel, knowing that she would come back to him when she was ready.

and she always did. no matter how dark things got, she knew that he would be there, waiting for her with open arms and a gentle smile. his love was a constant, a beacon of hope in a world that had once seemed so bleak.

in time, she began to believe in herself the way he believed in her. she started to see herself not as broken, but as someone who had been through hell and survived. she realized that she was stronger than she had ever given herself credit for, and that she deserved the love that he freely gave.

the rain poured down in heavy sheets as she stepped off the bus, the last remnants of her old life dissolving with each drop that hit the pavement. she pulled the hood of her jacket tighter around her face, hoping it would shield her from both the storm and the memories chasing her. the town was unfamiliar, a small coastal escape far from the toxic grip of kun, the man who had held her in a suffocating embrace for far too long.

her suitcase rolled unevenly behind her, its tiny wheels struggling against the cracked sidewalk. the town was quiet, save for the sound of rain slapping against rooftops and the occasional car splashing through puddles. she hadn’t planned much, only knowing that she needed to be somewhere—anywhere—away from him. the air smelled of salt and wet earth, a refreshing change from the stifling city she had left behind.

as she rounded a corner, her heart nearly stopped. standing across the street, partially hidden under an awning, was kun. his presence was unmistakable, his broad shoulders hunched against the rain, scanning the streets as if searching for something—or someone. panic surged through her, her pulse quickening as she instinctively ducked into the nearest doorway. her hand fumbled for the handle, desperate to escape his gaze before he could spot her.

the door swung open, and she stumbled inside, her breath coming in ragged gasps. the warmth of the room enveloped her immediately, a stark contrast to the cold dread that had taken root in her chest. she hadn’t even looked at where she was; all she knew was that she needed to stay hidden.

the scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods filled the air, calming her just enough to take in her surroundings. it was a café, small and cozy, with soft lighting that cast a golden glow over the wooden tables and cushioned chairs. a few patrons sat scattered about, their conversations low and relaxed, creating a serene bubble that felt worlds away from the chaos she’d just escaped.

“hey, you okay?”

the voice startled her, and she looked up to see a man standing behind the counter, his expression one of genuine concern. he was tall, with dark hair that fell slightly into his eyes and a warmth in his gaze that made her feel, for the first time in what felt like forever, safe. she nodded quickly, but the tremble in her hands betrayed her.

he glanced out the window, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he’d caught sight of kun too. without another word, he moved from behind the counter and approached her with careful steps, as though she were a frightened animal he didn’t want to spook.

“you don’t have to say anything,” he said quietly, “but if you need a place to sit for a while, you’re welcome here. i’m jaehyun.”

she hesitated, her instincts screaming at her to keep moving, but there was something about jaehyun’s presence that anchored her in place. the café felt like a sanctuary, a place where the outside world couldn’t touch her. and right now, she needed that more than anything.

“thank you,” she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible over the pounding rain.

jaehyun offered her a small smile and gestured to a corner table, tucked away from the windows. “take your time. i’ll bring you something warm.”

she moved towards the table, her legs feeling like jelly beneath her. as she sat down, she kept her back to the door, unwilling to risk even a glimpse of the outside world that had tormented her. the tension in her shoulders began to ease as the minutes ticked by, the sound of the rain against the windows slowly fading into the background.

true to his word, jaehyun appeared moments later with a steaming cup of tea and a plate of cookies. he set them down in front of her with a gentle smile. “on the house,” he said before retreating back to the counter, giving her the space she so desperately needed.

she wrapped her hands around the mug, letting its warmth seep into her cold fingers. she hadn’t realized how much she needed this—just a moment to breathe, to collect herself. the tea was fragrant, a blend of herbs that seemed to calm her nerves with every sip. the cookies were sweet, their buttery softness melting on her tongue. for the first time in days, she felt a small flicker of peace.

“i’m so devoted to you,” she whispered, their legs tangled beneath the weight of the blanket. his left hand gently cradled her, holding her close as if he couldn’t bear to lose the warmth of her skin tonight.

“they say without you, i’m nothing. and they’re not wrong. i am nothing without you, jaehyun.”

his breath danced across her arms before his lips found the curve of her shoulder, planting a soft kiss there. “and they never said how much luckier I am to have you, my love. they’ll never know, no matter how much I try to tell them.” no one ever warned her that his voice could feel like the warmest embrace.

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

"no matter what come between us, i decided i'm forever ridin', you're forever guidin'"

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

the ocean stretched out before them, a boundless expanse of shimmering blue that seemed to touch the sky. the waves whispered secrets as they kissed the shore, their rhythm steady and eternal. it was here, in this quiet, secluded place, that jaehyun had built the house, a sanctuary that would hold all the promises he intended to keep.

the house stood on a gentle rise, just beyond the reach of the highest tides. it was a simple structure, modern in design, with large windows that opened up to the sea, allowing the sunlight to pour in and the salty breeze to dance through the rooms. jaehyun had poured his heart into every detail, from the smooth wooden floors to the whitewashed walls, each element chosen with care, a reflection of his love for her.

she stood at the edge of the property now, her feet sinking into the cool sand, her eyes fixed on the horizon. the wind played with her hair, pulling it free from the loose braid she always wore. she looked peaceful, lost in the sound of the waves, the sight of the endless ocean.

jaehyun watched her from the porch, his heart swelling with an emotion so deep, it almost took his breath away. he had loved her for as long as he could remember, a love that had grown and deepened over time, becoming something so powerful, so consuming, that he knew he could never let it go.

he approached her slowly, his steps quiet on the sand. she turned when she heard him, a soft smile lighting up her face. her eyes, those beautiful eyes that held so much warmth and kindness, met his, and for a moment, the world around them faded away, leaving just the two of them standing on the shore, surrounded by the endless sea and sky.

jaehyun reached for her hand, his fingers brushing against hers in a touch so gentle, it sent a shiver down her spine. he held her hand, his grip firm yet tender, and she felt the strength in him, the quiet resolve that had always been a part of who he was.

“i built this for you,” he said, his voice low and steady, the words carrying on the wind. “for us.”

she looked at the house, then back at him, her eyes searching his, trying to read the emotions that played across his face. “it’s beautiful, jaehyun,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe.

“it’s not just a house,” he continued, his gaze unwavering. “it’s a promise. a promise that nothing and no one will ever come between us. that no matter what happens, we’ll always have this place, this sanctuary, a place that we call home.”

he paused, taking a deep breath, as if gathering the courage to say the words that had been on his heart for so long. “i want to spend the rest of my life with you,” he said finally, his voice soft but resolute. “i want to be yours, forever.”

her heart skipped a beat, the magnitude of his words sinking in. she had always known he loved her, but hearing him say it like this, with such conviction, such certainty, made her feel like she was standing on the edge of something vast and wonderful.

“jaehyun…” she began, but he cut her off, resting his warm hand gently over her smaller one.

“let me finish,” he said, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “i know life hasn’t always been easy. i know there have been times when we’ve both doubted, both feared what the future might hold. but here, in this place, with you, i have no doubts. i have no fears. i only have love. a love that is strong enough to weather any storm, that is deep enough to fill every corner of this house, of our lives.”

he dropped to one knee then, still holding her hand, and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, velvet box. her breath caught in her throat as he opened it, revealing a simple, elegant ring that sparkled in the sunlight.

“i’m asking you to marry me,” he said, his voice trembling slightly with the weight of the moment. “i’m asking you to be my wife, to share this life with me, to build our future together, here in this house, by the sea. i’m asking you to be mine, forever.”

tears filled her eyes, blurring the world around her, but she didn’t care. all she could see was jaehyun, the man she loved, the man who had built her a home, a life, a future. she had always known he was the one, but in this moment, she felt it more deeply than ever.

“yes,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “yes, i will marry you. i will be yours, forever.”

he slipped the ring onto her finger, his hands steady despite the emotions coursing through him. then he rose, pulling her into his arms, holding her close as the waves crashed against the shore, as the wind carried their laughter out to sea.

they stood like that for a long time, wrapped in each other’s arms, feeling the weight of the moment, the enormity of the promise they had just made. and in that moment, as the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting the world in a golden glow, they knew that they had found something truly special.

this house, this place, would be their sanctuary. a place where they could build their lives together, where they could weather any storm, face any challenge, knowing that they had each other, that their love was strong enough to carry them through.

as the sun set over the ocean, turning the sky into a canvas of pinks and oranges, they stood on the shore, hand in hand, ready to face the future together. the house behind them was more than just a home—it was a testament to their love, a promise that no matter what, they would always have each other. and in that promise, they found their forever.

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

"drew my favorite color, now you seein' every shade of me"

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

jaehyun had always seen the world in vibrant hues—each day painted with the rich colors of his café's coffee beans, the bright glint of sunlight filtering through the leaves, and the warm glow of the people he cherished. but nothing compared to the spectrum of shades he saw in her. she was a living canvas, a blend of every color imaginable, and jaehyun treasured every shade she revealed, even the ones that appeared during the darkest times.

one crisp autumn afternoon, the first signs of trouble appeared. jaehyun noticed the faint tinge of sadness in her eyes, a dull grey that contrasted sharply with her vibrant sparkle. something was wrong, though she always managed to brush off his concerns with a gentle smile.

“everything okay?” jaehyun asked, sliding a cup of tea towards her. he tried to keep his tone light, but worry showed in his eyes.

she accepted the tea with a grateful nod. “it’s just… my family,” she said softly, her voice trembling. “they’re trying to get in touch, and i don’t know why.”

jaehyun’s heart clenched. he had heard the stories—how toxic her past was, the constant pressure and judgment from those who should have supported her. it hurt to see her struggling, to see her happiness overshadowed by her family’s darkness.

“i’m here for you,” he said firmly. “whatever happens, you don’t have to face it alone.”

days passed, and the intensity of her family’s attempts to reach her grew. unsettling messages and frantic phone calls took their toll. jaehyun could see how her vibrant personality began to dull, replaced by heavy, oppressive colors of stress and anxiety. yet, even in this turmoil, jaehyun remained steadfast. he saw her for all that she was—the good, the bad, the beautiful, and the broken.

one evening, as the sky turned a deep indigo and stars began to twinkle, the storm arrived. her family showed up at the café, their presence a harsh splash of black in the otherwise warm and inviting space. they barged in, their eyes sharp and accusatory.

“there you are,” her mother said, her voice dripping with disdain. “hiding away in this place.”

jaehyun saw the strain on her face, her shoulders hunched as if trying to make herself smaller. he could almost see the colors of her distress mingling with the dark clouds of her family’s judgment. it was painful, but it reminded him how much she needed him.

“please leave,” jaehyun said calmly. “she doesn’t want to see you.”

her father, whose presence felt like an oppressive storm cloud, sneered. “and what makes you think you have any say in this?”

jaehyun stepped closer, meeting the man’s gaze steadily. “she’s found happiness here. you don’t have the right to take that away from her.”

the confrontation was tense, each word a brushstroke on a canvas of conflict. but jaehyun stood his ground, unwavering. he wasn’t just protecting her; he was embracing every shade of her, including the dark ones.

as her family eventually left, their retreat marked by bitter silence, jaehyun turned to her. she was visibly shaken, tears shimmering in her eyes. he wrapped her in a gentle embrace, feeling her body tremble against his. the embrace was a palette of warm hues—comforting and protective. it was a sanctuary amidst the chaos.

“i’m sorry you had to go through that,” jaehyun whispered. “but i need you to know something. no matter how dark the shades get, i will always be here. your colors—every single one of them—are beautiful to me.”

she looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the soft light of the café, and managed a small, grateful smile. in that moment, the oppressive darkness seemed to lift just a little, revealing the vibrant, hopeful colors jaehyun cherished so deeply.

in the weeks that followed, the storm slowly abated. jaehyun continued to see every shade of her—every moment of sadness, every flicker of hope, and every burst of joy. he became her constant, the canvas on which she could express every color of her emotions.

one quiet evening, as they sat together in the café’s cozy corner, she leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder. the room was bathed in the warm glow of fairy lights, casting a golden hue over their surroundings. the shadows of the past still lingered, but they no longer held the same power over her. jaehyun could see her slowly rediscovering the vibrant shades of her spirit, even as she continued to heal.

“this place,” she said softly, her voice filled with gratitude, “it’s more than just a café. it’s where i found a piece of myself i thought i’d lost.”

jaehyun’s heart swelled with love. he reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers. “and you’re more than just a canvas to me. you’re the artist, painting your life with every color imaginable. i’m just here to support you through every shade.”

as they sat together, wrapped in the warmth of their shared moments, jaehyun knew that no matter what shades life threw at them, they would face it together. the darkest hues only made the vibrant colors shine brighter, and in the end, it was her full spectrum of emotions that made her all the more beautiful to him.

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

"locked in for life, on god, no replacin' me consequences, repercussions, karma keep on changin' me"

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

jaehyun had always imagined that introducing her to his family would be a joyous occasion, a blending of the vibrant world he had built with the people who had shaped his past. he had spoken of her often, his eyes lighting up with affection whenever he mentioned her.

the sun was setting as they arrived at jaehyun’s family home, a charming house nestled on a hill with a panoramic view of the rolling countryside. it was a place where childhood memories were etched into every corner, where laughter and love had always been in abundance.

they were greeted warmly at the door by his parents, their smiles wide and genuine. jaehyun’s mother, with her kind eyes and welcoming embrace, immediately made her feel at ease. “it’s so lovely to finally meet you,” she said, guiding them inside. “jaehyun has told us so much about you.”

his father, with a hearty handshake and a jovial laugh, welcomed her with equal warmth. “we’ve been looking forward to this for a long time.”

as they settled into the living room, jaehyun’s siblings joined them, their chatter lively and full of curiosity. everything seemed perfect, a dream come true for jaehyun. but as the evening progressed, the atmosphere began to shift. a subtle tension lingered in the air, an undercurrent of disapproval that seemed to come from some of the relatives who had joined the gathering.

it was jaehyun’s aunt and uncle who first expressed their discomfort. they had heard the rumors—the whispers of her past that painted a picture of a woman who had once been married and had left her hometown under tragic circumstances. “so, i hear you left your hometown in quite a hurry,” his aunt said, her eyes narrowing slightly. “was there something you were trying to escape?”

jaehyun’s heart sank. he could see the glances exchanged among the relatives, the barely concealed judgment in their eyes. she stiffened beside him, her fingers tightening around his. he squeezed her hand reassuringly, his own discomfort turning into determination.

the words stung, but she held her head high, refusing to let their disdain show. jaehyun, however, was visibly agitated. his face was flushed with anger, his protective instincts flaring. “aunt nari, you’ve heard a lot of things, but let’s be clear,” jaehyun said, his voice rising. “she’s not here to be judged or to relive her past. she’s here because she means a lot to me. if you can’t respect that, then maybe you should leave.”

his aunt raised an eyebrow. “but isn’t it true that she left her hometown under less-than-ideal circumstances?”

jaehyun’s face hardened. “yes, it’s true. she’s faced challenges, but that doesn’t define her. she’s a strong, compassionate person who’s built a new life with courage and resilience. i will not tolerate anyone treating her poorly or questioning her character.”

the room fell silent, eyes darting between them. she felt the sting of the words but chose to address them with calm dignity.

“my past is a part of who i am,” she said, her voice steady despite the tension. “but it doesn’t define me. everyone has a history, and i’ve worked hard to move forward and build a new life.”

jaehyun stepped closer, his support evident. “she’s here with me because she’s someone special. i care about her deeply, and i won’t stand for her being judged based on rumors.”

his mother, sensing the growing discomfort, approached with a warm smile. “we’re all here to welcome her, and it’s important to remember that everyone deserves respect and kindness.”

the tension in the air was palpable, but jaehyun’s stance had made an impact. his uncle and aunt exchanged uncomfortable glances before muttering their apologies and retreating to a corner of the yard. the atmosphere slowly began to warm again, though the sting of the earlier comments lingered.

jaehyun turned to her, his eyes filled with concern. “i’m so sorry about that. i didn’t realize how bad it would get.”

she shook her head, her smile trembling but genuine. “it’s not your fault. i know everyone has their own opinions, but it’s hard to ignore the hurtful ones.”

he pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly. “i want you to know that i’m here for you. no matter what anyone says, you’re important to me. i won’t let them make you feel less than you are.”

as they left the gathering, jaehyun’s hand found hers once more, their fingers intertwined. the drive back was quiet, but the weight of the day’s events settled between them with a mix of resolve and tenderness.

“i’m proud of you,” she said softly. “it means a lot to know you stood up for me like that.”

jaehyun’s eyes softened. “i’d do it again in a heartbeat. you deserve to be treated with kindness and respect. and i’m going to make sure you get that, no matter what.”

the ocean breeze danced through her hair, lifting it lightly as they walked onto the porch. jaehyun’s fingers brushed against her cheek, and he leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. the kiss was gentle at first, but as the warmth between them grew, so did the intensity.

the kiss deepened, growing more urgent as the warmth between them ignited. the ocean breeze seemed to dance along with their embrace, carrying the sound of their kiss over the rhythmic waves.

their breaths quickened, and the kiss became more insistent. jaehyun’s lips traced a path along her jawline, his touch sending shivers down her spine. she leaned into his touch, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him close.

“let’s go inside,” jaehyun murmured against her ear, his voice husky and filled with longing.

she nodded, her pulse racing as they moved inside the house.

jaehyun guided her to the living room, his hands never leaving her. the room was softly lit, the glow of the lamps casting a warm light on their faces. the curtains fluttered slightly, allowing the distant sound of the ocean to drift in, a calming counterpoint to the heat of the moment.

as they stood in the center of the room, jaehyun’s lips found hers again, his kisses becoming more fervent. she responded eagerly, her fingers tracing the contours of his face. he guided her to the couch, his hands never leaving her. his hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve with a reverent touch. she responded with equal enthusiasm, her hands exploring his chest, feeling the firm strength beneath his clothes. their kisses grew more urgent, the desire between them palpable and electrifying.

they paused for a moment, their foreheads resting together, breaths mingling in the warm, dim light. jaehyun looked into her eyes, his expression a mix of love and desire. “i want you,” he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity.

she smiled, her heart swelling with affection and longing. “i want you too,” she replied, her voice a breathy whisper.

jaehyun’s lips captured hers again, and so the night wore on, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment. the world outside was forgotten, replaced by the electric bond they shared. the sound of the waves, once a distant melody, now became a comforting reminder of the beautiful night they were experiencing together.

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

"Through the ups and downs and all the heat Take a turn and tell you what it be"

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

she was alone in the bathroom, staring at the small white stick in her hand. the world seemed to pause as she processed the two pink lines that confirmed what she had feared. her heart raced, a frantic drumbeat in her chest that threatened to drown out everything else. she sank to the floor, the cool tiles pressing against her as tears blurred her vision.

the realization of being pregnant hit her like a tidal wave. her mind raced through the list of all the reasons she wasn’t ready for this—her past traumas, the insecurities, the overwhelming weight of becoming a mother. she had always imagined a different path for herself, one free from the shadows of her former life. and now, with this news, everything felt out of control.

her hands trembled as she clutched the pregnancy test, a sob escaping her lips. it wasn’t just fear; it was a deep-seated panic. could she be a good mother? would her past haunt this new life? questions swirled in her mind, each one more daunting than the last.

she heard the front door open and jaehyun’s familiar footsteps approaching. her breath hitched, a mix of relief and dread. she wanted to tell him, but the thought of his reaction made her heart ache. she wasn’t sure how to face him, or how to face this future she hadn’t planned for.

jaehyun’s voice, warm and soothing, called out from the hallway. “hey, are you okay? i thought i heard you cry.”

she tried to compose herself, but her voice cracked as she responded. “i—I’m in the bathroom.”

she heard him stop outside the door, his footsteps hesitant. “do you want me to come in?”

the simple question broke something inside her. she pulled herself up, her face wet with tears. “yes, please.”

jaehyun gently opened the door, his eyes softening with concern as he saw her sitting on the floor, the test clutched in her hand. his expression shifted from confusion to worry as he knelt beside her. “what’s wrong?”

she couldn’t find the words, only the image of the test and the overwhelming fear it represented. “i—jaehyun, i’m pregnant.”

his eyes widened slightly, but he quickly masked his surprise with a tender look. he took the test from her shaking hands and studied it for a moment. the silence was heavy, filled with the unspoken fears and uncertainties that hung between them.

“hey,” jaehyun said softly, placing the test aside and pulling her into a comforting embrace. “it’s okay. we’ll figure this out together.”

she buried her face in his shoulder, her sobs muffled against him. “i’m so scared. i don’t know if i’m ready for this. my past… everything just feels like it’s coming back to haunt me.”

jaehyun stroked her hair gently, his voice a soothing balm. “i know this is overwhelming. but you’re not alone in this. we’ve faced tough things before, and we’ll face this together.”

she pulled back slightly, her eyes red and wet. “what if i’m not a good mother? what if i mess this up?”

jaehyun cupped her face in his hands, his gaze steady and full of love. “you are stronger than you know. we don’t have to have all the answers right now. what matters is that we’re in this together. you’re going to be an amazing mother because you care so deeply. and i’ll be right by your side through it all.”

his words were a balm to her frayed nerves, a reminder that she wasn’t alone. she let out a deep breath, her fears slowly melting away under the warmth of his support. “i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

jaehyun leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “you don’t have to. i’m here, every step of the way.”

they sat together on the bathroom floor, wrapped in each other’s arms. the weight of her fears was still present, but it was now shared with someone who loved her unconditionally. as the initial shock began to fade, she felt a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty.

jaehyun’s unwavering support became her anchor. he attended appointments with her, held her hand through the sleepless nights, and made sure she felt loved and valued.

he had always been a man of calm resolve, but the moment he learned they were expecting a child, a new spark ignited within him. his days became filled with a quiet excitement, a growing anticipation that colored his every thought.

it started with small things—he found himself daydreaming about future diaper changes, late-night feedings, and the first steps of their child. each time he thought about it, a smile crept across his face, his heart swelling with a mix of joy and wonder. he began to imagine their baby’s tiny fingers wrapped around his own, their laughter filling the house, and the warmth of family moments.

jaehyun’s excitement grew as he prepared for the arrival of their child. he eagerly researched everything from parenting tips to the best baby products. he was a constant source of encouragement for her, his enthusiasm evident in every conversation. when they talked about their baby, his eyes lit up, his voice filled with a genuine excitement that was impossible to miss.

one evening, as they sat together on the porch, jaehyun turned to her with a beaming smile. “i can’t wait to be a dad,” he said, his voice full of warmth. “i keep picturing all the little things we’ll do together. i’ve even started thinking about what kind of stories i’ll read to our baby.”

her heart swelled at his words, seeing his genuine joy and commitment. he reached over, gently placing his hand on her growing belly, and closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the connection. “i’m so excited for this new chapter,” he said softly. “i know it won’t always be easy, but i’m ready for it. i want to be there for every moment, every milestone.”

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

"i gotta let you go, i must but you're the only one that's holdin' me down"

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

when the time finally came to go to the hospital, jaehyun rushed to get the car ready. he helped her into the vehicle, his hands gentle yet firm, making sure she was as comfortable as possible. the drive was a blur, the city lights streaking past as they made their way to the hospital. she squeezed his hand, trying to ground herself amidst the chaos of the contractions.

once they arrived, the medical team moved swiftly, their voices calm and professional as they guided her to the delivery room. jaehyun stayed by her side, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of emotions. the room was filled with the hum of medical equipment and the murmur of nurses as they prepared for the delivery. she could see the concern in their eyes, but she drew strength from jaehyun’s unwavering support.

the labor was grueling, each contraction feeling like a mountain she had to climb. she fought through the pain, pushing with all her strength, her body trembling with effort. time seemed to stretch on endlessly, the hours blurring together in a haze of exhaustion and determination. she was fighting for both herself and the baby, her body and mind pushed to their limits.

when the final push came, it was the culmination of everything she had been through. she gave it everything she had, her body straining with the effort, her breath coming in ragged gasps. and then, amidst the pain and fatigue, she heard the cry of their baby—a sound so sweet, it made all the struggle worth it.

jaehyun’s eyes filled with tears as he looked at their newborn, his heart swelling with pride and love. he leaned down to kiss her forehead, his voice trembling with emotion. “you did it,” he said softly. “we did it.”

she managed a tired smile, her body collapsing against the pillows as the exhaustion took over. but even in her weariness, there was a deep sense of accomplishment and joy. the baby was placed in her arms, a tiny, perfect bundle that made all the pain and struggle fade into the background.

however, there was a shift in the atmosphere—a sense of urgency as the doctors and nurses moved with quickened steps. the monitors began to beep more erratically, their sounds piercing through the haze of pain.

her breaths came in sharp, pained gasps as the medical staff worked around her. jaehyun was at her side, his grip on her hand firm and unyielding, his eyes never leaving her face. “we’re losing her,” one of the nurses said, her voice urgent. the words cut through the room like a knife, and jaehyun’s heart sank. he looked at her, his eyes wide with fear. she was pale, her breaths shallow and uneven. it was clear that something was seriously wrong.

his mind raced, his heart pounding in his chest. he had never felt so helpless. “stay with me,” he pleaded softly, squeezing her hand. “you’re strong. you can do this.”

her eyes fluttered open briefly, meeting his with a look of sheer exhaustion and fear. the life that had once been vibrant in them was now dimmed, and it tore at his heart. the seconds felt like hours as he watched, helpless, as the medical team fought to save her.

the pain she was enduring seemed to reach a new, unbearable level. her body tensed, and the room seemed to close in around them. jaehyun could barely breathe, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. he tried to focus on her, to give her strength through his presence, but the fear of losing her was overwhelming.

“please, don’t leave me,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “we need you. our baby needs you.”

jaehyun’s heart ached as he watched her fight against the encroaching darkness, his own tears blurring his vision. after what felt like an eternity, one of the doctors approached him, a look of cautious relief on her face. “we’ve managed to stabilize her,” she said, her voice calm but serious. “it was a close call, but she’s going to be okay.”

tears filled jaehyun’s eyes as he looked at the doctor, his relief mingled with an intense gratitude. he turned back to her, his heart aching at the sight of her pale, exhausted face. “you’re okay,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “you did it.”

she managed a weak smile, her hand squeezing his in a gesture of reassurance. the journey had been perilous, but they had come through it together.

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

"'cause you're the only one that's holdin' me down"

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

in the end, it didn’t matter what anyone else thought. all that mattered was that they had each other, that they loved each other in a way that was true and honest and unwavering. and in that love, they found everything they needed to be happy.

their story wasn’t a fairytale, but it was real, and that made it all the more beautiful. they had each other, and that was enough.

jaefluenza; navigation

#nct scenarios #nct angst #nct 127 #nct au #nct imagines #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun smut #jung jaehyun #jaehyun angst #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 angst #nct 127 soft hours #nct 127 smut #nct jaehyun angst

127 notes · View notes